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Three Obsessions

It has been continuously raining

in five districts
of West Bengal.

The floods in Cooch Behar
and Jalpaiguri districts

have claimed 154 lives.

The losses are being pegged
at almost 200 million rupees.

Brother Shailen.

What's going on with the rest?

Where are they?

I read the newspaper
so many times that

I know it backwards
and forwards.

The day is cold

and dark and dreary.

I don't think they are coming.

Tell sister to make
some fried snacks.

I think they have arrived.

Listen!
- Yes.

Listen,
will you get the lantern?

I'm coming.

Coming.

Oh no!
- Oh God.

Where's Shubhen?

I'll tell you in a while.
- Come on in.

Oh my God!

Sister, can you give me
a towel please?

Of course, but it's not dry.

No problem. - Is it okay?
It must be drier than me.

Shubhen is not coming,
I had gone to his place. - Why?

His brother's brother-in-law
is visiting him.

So what? How does
that affect his plans?

He said it's very rude

to leave a guest home alone
in such terrible weather.

So kind of him.

Today's card session of 29
is all but over.

By the way,
did you ring the bell or knock?

What?

Did they have electricity?

Oh, no, it was pitch dark.

The men were digging up
the roads. It'll take time.

Here, use this.
- Thank you.

I'm leaving the lantern here
for you.

Be seated,
I'll make some fried snacks.

Only that?

No, with puffed rice. Happy?

Over the moon!

Mr. Shailen
has also ditched, eh?

The rain has gripped our poet.
- Rain?

It's raining so heavily

and he's been by the window
philosophizing. - Really?

Till long 45 minutes.

Henry..
- What do you mean?

...Wadsworth Longfellow.

There?

'Be still, sad heart'

'and cease... repining.'

'Behind the clouds'

'is the sun still shining.'

Ordeal

opens today
at Uttara Theatre.

Do you want to go see it?
It's a love story.

Do you believe in love?

If I don't believe in ghosts,
why would I believe in love?

Don't both screw
the life out of you?

Do you believe

that I exist?
- Of course, I do.

Especially when
there's increasing evidence

of your philosophical self
in the rain.

If that's the case

then you have to believe
love exists as well.

Because I'm always synonymous

with love.

I always suspected there was
a great mystery in your life.

But I never knew
that you are descended

on earth with so much love
and affection for womanhood.

I was around

eight years old.

Love blossomed
for the first time.

Even though
I hardly attended school

it wasn't like I was short
of things to do.

In fact, quite the opposite.

I had no guardian

so I was always up
to some mischief.

Holy cow! Help!
Somebody save me.

Come on, come on,
let it loose.

Hey! Hey!

Run! Run! - I will break
your bones! You thieves!

But I must say, I had
one important responsibility.

I was responsible
for collecting and posting

the letters of all the young
married girls of the village.

Letter! Letter! Letter! Letter!

Uncle Rahim! Uncle Rahim!

Behind the Chandi temple..
- Fried snacks

and puffed rice on its way.

Behind the Chandi temple..
- Yes.

16 to 20 year old
newlywed couples

gathered every day.

But there was one condition

men were not allowed in there.

I was the exception.

Of course, I could hardly be
called a man.

I was very young,
very innocent

but without me

their world would be
in darkness.

Hello, friends.

This is the new bride

from the Chatterjee family
of Brahmin neighborhood.

Her name's Nayantara.

Her husband works at
the Writers' Building, right?

Yes.

How thoughtless! He got married

and immediately left his wife
with his widowed aunt.

Oh, look how starved she looks!

Stop troubling her.
- Come, over here.

On the first day of
her marriage..

Where does your father live?

Come and join us.
- We usually sit here.

She doesn't have relatives,
you see?

What about your parents?

They passed away.
She sings pretty well.

Does she?
- Sing a song for us please.

Oh, what songs
do you sing, lady?

Our Kshanaprobha
also sings really well.

She sings the praises
of the Lord.

Even Nayan sings songs
of the Lord.

Lord Krishna, eh?
The Lord of love?

No, Lord Rabindranath Tagore.
- Are you serious?

Finally someone to match
Kshanaprobha. - Yes, yes.

Put your veil down
a little bit please.

Don't feel shy.
- Let us see your pretty face.

That moment was spellbinding.

Her laugh was indescribable.

You look so beautiful.

Those eyes..

It was difficult
to take one's eyes off her.

And that night while listening
to my grandmother's fairytale

I discovered love
for the first time.

It was a very stormy night.

The intensity
of the wind and rain

was greater than today.

The Prince, Arup Kumar

set off on a journey

and travelled far and wide.

He spent sleepless nights,
went without food.

No fear, no doubts.

Deep down he kept dreaming
of someone.

And on that special night,
I became the Prince.

And the person
I had woken up from

that evil magic spell
was not the Princess

but Nayantara.

"For your love,
I shall bear all disgrace."

"I'll take all blame."

"I will bear it."

"For your love,
I shall bear all disgrace."

"I'll take all blame"

"I will bear it."

"I'm willing to bear it"

"even if I am maligned"

"I will bear it."

"For your love,
I shall bear all disgrace."

"I'll take all blame,
I will bear it."

"I shall remove the thorns
out of your way."

"I will spread my veil"

"wherever your shadow is."

"I shall spread my veil"

"wherever you sleep."

"That's my love for you."

"I will bear it."

Listen, Shailen!

"I will bear it."

"For your love,
I shall bear all disgrace."

"I'll take all blame,
I will bear it."

"For your love,
I shall bear all disgrace."

"I'll take.."

The oddest thing was
that during Nayantara's wedding

I too had been invited
like others

by her aunt.

Parasite!

But my attention
was elsewhere though.

Immoral parasite.

No way, it was the dessert.

It was just
because of the dessert

that I attended the wedding.

Didn't you cross paths
with Nayantara after that?

Tell me.
- Of course, I did.

Jaba introduced us.

I would get

ribbons for her hair

and colorful papers
for her to write letters on

just like I did
for everyone else.

But I would try
to avoid bumping into her.

The inevitable signs of love.

My heart would pound
every time I saw her.

Mine still does,
but mainly out of fear.

Sure.

And those eyes

the break of day.

Lights

that do mislead the morning.

Did you called me yesterday?

Did you?

You were supposed
to get me some paper.

There were theatre rehearsals
going on

at the Shitolatola
grounds, yesterday.

You don't have
to come here anymore.

One for the moon.

One for the moon!

Two for fortnights.

Teacher, this is for you.
- Keep it there.

Three for the eyes.

Three for the eyes.

Watch out.
- Hey, Nontey!

Four for the Vedas.

Four for the Vedas.

Five for the arrows.

Five for the arrows.

Six for..
- Six for..

Oh look who's here!

Oh look who's here!

Shut up!

So little Prince

where have you been
all this time?

Did you have
a blister on your bum?

Or did lightning strike
your house?

21

22

23

24

25

26

27

28..

What happened?

Shailen?

Oh dear, why are you crying?

What's wrong?

Why are you crying?

Come, let's go inside the house.

Here, take this.

I had hidden it
and kept it aside for you.

You are a silly boy.

Why did you cry
like a baby?

Eat.

Do you know, Shailen?

Since I sent you away
in the heat of the moment

I've been feeling really bad.

Nontey is not like Shailen.

I had to persuade him so much
to get me some paper

and then go drop off my letter.

But today, he refused
to drop off.

My Shailen is much better.

Really, I love you
so much, Shailen.

Okay, will you drop off
this letter

tomorrow morning?

The first batch of mail leaves
tomorrow from the post office.

You will, right?

Make sure you drop it off.

In Nayantara's
deep dreamy eyes

I can feel

the warmth and the regret
in her voice.

The sweet meats she gave me

my first experience
of fantasy

pain and longing.

All in all my first brush
with love

wasn't really a bad one.

What do you think?
- Yeah.

You are deliberately overlooking
the cunningness in her it seems.

Love isn't something

that can be easily
explained, brother.

I had stopped looking.

Thou blind fool.

I didn't really care
who was cunning and who wasn't.

You bet.

Both my heart and my mind were

enraptured with Nayantara
and the gathering.

It's your turn, hurry!

The gathering of women
was actually an excuse.

Window of opportunity.

An opportunity to see Nayantara.

Fish, kites, mangoes

I forgot all my
previous interests.

My mind and soul

were lost in Nayantara's deep

and soulful eyes.

Here I go.

Come on, play your turn.
- Hurry up, Nayan.

Oh, gosh, that wasn't fair.
- Hard luck.

Let me see,
what are you hiding?

Nothing!

Come on, show me.

Look, it's another one
of those books.

Listen to this.
- Go on, go on.

'An apple a day won't
keep the doctor away.'

'He would disrobe
the lady and make his way.'

Holy crap!

'Press her body parts
for no rhyme or reason.'

'Prescription comes next,
it's hunting season!'

Brother Shailen, you should go.

It's getting late
for the work I gave you.

What work?

Oh never mind.

Oh I see.

It's a national secret it seems.

I've committed
a crime by asking.

I ask for your forgiveness.
- Let it be.

What are you doing here?

Goddamn.

What do you know of all this?

Leave him alone.
- Don't you have school?

Will his teacher teach him
these things in school?

If yes, then he would've
sat there all day long.

You women don't know
what a lech he is.

Stop it. Why are you talking
to him like that?

What is his fault?

His fault is that he belongs
to a breed that is uncouth.

See how
he's looking at us.

Like he wants to consume us all.

But first he'll consume Nayan.

Check out how he's been staring
at her whole time.

What a lecherous boy he is!

Nayan sees it,
but is not at all bothered.

If he looks at anyone
it has to be you.

Why would he waste his time

on someone as dark
and ugly as me?

If he looked at me like that

I would give him two slaps
across his face.

Alms for the beggar.

One gives alms to others
after their own stomach is full.

Looking at me won't satisfy
his hunger or get him alms.

Joke all you want, Nayan.

If you could be like
Kshanaprobha

it could've washed away
your sins.

Right, why don't you go and rub
yourself against her, Nayan?

Her beauty might
just rub off on you.

When you have a young paramour
why would you need me, honey?

Give it to me.

Out of my way.

Get going.
- Let's go. Come.

Let's go.

Why do you look at me like that?

Wipe yourself
and come sit inside.

There's a shirt on the bed.

Do you like the clouds?

Yes.

Kshanaprobha means lightning.

See how it flashed across

the sky.

It's a little big
for you, right?

No, it's perfect.

You didn't tell me.

Why do you look at me like that?

Am I not dark?

Look at that.

"On a cloudy day"

"you saw me in a field."

"A dark girl
with Krishna's dark eyes."

Even though we had
to cancel our card game

the snacks and your story
have made for a fine evening.

But calling it love
is a bit extreme.

I am leaving out
the other mistakes

because mistakes
are poet's religion.

Because a poet
is God's own mistake.

No.

What I felt for Nayantara

was love indeed.

I feel my pulses beat

my forehead burn.

Longfellow.

But what played out after

that can be called

a philosophical and classic
trade mark of love.

Envy.

My beloved, Nayan.

I have written you two letters
in the last two weeks.

I haven't received a reply.

I hope you and my aunt are well.

Let me give you a piece
of good news in advance.

I broached the subject
of my promotion

day before yesterday
with my big boss.

And going by
the Englishman's expression

he seemed to be quite
pleased with me.

I am continuing
to scratch his back.

Now, I'm waiting
for lady luck to shine on me.

I'm planning to go
to Dakshineshwar temple tomorrow

to offer a prayer.

As soon as
I'm granted a promotion

I've decided to rent
a two-bedroom apartment

in a good residential area
and bring you here

to be next to me.

I don't have words
to express how melancholic

I feel with you
so far from me.

Living in a mess

with other men instead

of enjoying the benefits
of wedded bliss is excruciating.

I fell into another trouble.

Do you remember
the handkerchief

that you lovingly
stitched my name on?

I lost it while travelling
by tram yesterday.

You know
how absent minded I am.

This makes me feel very upset

and I'm unable
to forgive myself.

That's all for now.

I hope you are in good spirits.

With the full moon coming up

aunt's arthritis pain
can shoot up.

Keep an eye on her.
Take care of yourself.

Every time I write to you

the smell of your Eau de Cologne
drives me insane.

Love, your beloved, Akshay.

Shailen!

Has any letter come for me?
- No.

Not a thing.

It's been two weeks

and he doesn't have the time
to write a letter.

Just wait a second.

Will you post
this letter for me?

I hope he's not
in some kind of trouble.

Protect my husband, dear Lord.

22.

23.

24.

25.

26.

27.

28.

29.

30.

Messy!

Shoo! Go away! Shoo!

Hey you, can you help me
out a bit?

Hold this please.

Hold this.

Hey, aren't you Shailen?

I am Akshay. Remember me?

You spilt the dessert
at my wedding.

Give this to me.

Be careful,
how are they doing?

They are well.
- Just well?

What does it take
to write a letter?

I had to take leave
and come and see them.

I was so worried,
no news from them, no letter.

What do you mean no letters?

How can you say that?

I've written four letters to you
in the last three weeks.

Shailen, haven't I?

Four letters? Really?

My son, Akshay, you are home.
- Here, take this.

You haven't written
a single letter

and you're blaming me.

When you are in Kolkata

you don't even care to find out
if I'm dead or alive.

No, no.
That's not true.

I sent you.. one, two,
three, four, five..

I wrote you five letters.

None of them arrived?
- Nope.

This is strange.

Fine! You go back to Kolkata!
- Please listen to me.

You don't have
to come here anymore.

Go away from here.
- Don't be angry.

Listen to me.
- Nayan!

Listen, trust me. - You didn't
send me a single letter.

You haven't written
a single letter to me.

Okay, okay, don't get angry.

I was not prepared

for what happened next.

The little success
I'd achieved was soon destroyed.

I'll let you know
if it's important.

Suddenly, Nayantara
stopped coming

to the women's gathering.

I couldn't think

of excuses to go over

and meet her at home
with fearless heart.

Since Nayantara

had no need for letters

her need for me
disappeared as well.

I found this hard to accept.

Here's some rice,
and here's some fish.

Here's some milk in a dish.
The cat is coming to eat it all.

Meow, meow, meow and meow.

I could not stand
this intimacy

between husband and wife.
It was agony for me.

The fact that all fights
between husband and wife

get resolved
with sweet exchanges

which was not something
I could understood at that age.

But I did understand that

I was responsible
for bringing

the cause of my anguish
to my doorstep.

I also realized

that I would have to get rid
of this anguish by myself.

Hail mother, I bow to thee!

So I started making plans

to get rid of Akshay.

Nayan!

I'm coming.

Hey.

What happened?
- I'm itching all over.

Where? - Here.
No, here. No.. here..

Stop, let me see where it's
itching. - Here, here and here.

Why don't you scratch his back?
- Over here!

Let me see.

Oh God, this is too much.
- Let me see.

Why is this happening!
Oh my God, this is irritating.

What?
- My goodness.

Oh God, help me!
- Just stand still for a second.

I can't.. I'm dying. Help.

Where are you going? Stop.

Where are you going?
- Gosh, this is killing me!

Don't come my way.

Why are you going into the pond?

What madness is this!

My God, it's burning more.
It's burning.

Oh mother..

Oh mother..

Mother..

Mother..

Oh mother..

Oh no, don't touch me.

Please don't touch me.

Oh mother..

Oh mother..

God knows which rascal
rubbed itchy leaves

all over your clothes.

Poor you.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

Should I go do
my evening prayers?

Don't touch me please.

Okay. I'll be back soon.
- Come soon.

Mother.. help.

Has the burning gone down?

No. I can't take this anymore.
- Tell me?

Now, that you're home
you can't leave

without eating
some 'hilsa' fish.

The monsoon rivers
are swollen with 'hilsa'.

Bhuchi's mother was saying
the local market at

Shitolatola has got
some really tasty 'hilsa' today.

Do you want to eat some?

"O Radha,
love is transcendental."

"When it's Him, you love."

"O Radha,
love is transcendental."

"When it's Him, you love."

"O Radha,
love is transcendental."

"When you are a slave to love"

"and you devote your all"

"you hope to transform"

"but a sinner they call."

"O Radha,
love is transcendental."

"When it's Him, you love"

"O Radha,
love is transcendental."

Hey, someone give me my 'sari'.

How much longer
should I stay naked?

Has anyone seen Sita's 'sari'?

Where's the red toe paint?

What's going on here?

"When you feel love"

"blossom in your heart"

"beware of the thorns"

"that will cross your path."

"O Radha,
love is transcendental."

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord.

Lord! Lord!
- I'll catch you!

Lord! Save me!

Oh mother..

Oh mother..
- What happened?

What's wrong?
- What happened to you?

What happened? How did you cut
your knees?

Tell me? - Ghost!
It was a poltergeist.

It was trying to attack me.
- Oh my God.

An evil spirit
is trying to harm us.

Protect us from evil,
O Lord.

Something is haunting me.

Listen, Akshay.
- Tell me.

Wasn't there any 'hilsa' left
at Shitolatola?

The poltergeist
took it away, aunt!

Sit down. Sit.

Damn!

Oh my..

Ghost!

Why are you crying?

You're crying?

I'm not crying.

We met after so long.

We hardly got a chance
to even talk.

Why would anyone
hurt him like that?

Poor innocent man.

He never harmed anyone.

He just came running home
because he loves me.

And he went back
with so many injuries.

Seeing Nayantara grieve
like that left me speechless.

Her partiality,
which was indeed

her own fault,
drove me insane.

But instead of getting mad
at Nayantara

I got furious with Akshay.

What the heck? Why?

I believed
his greatest crime was

to marry Nayantara.

And because
they were married

she tried to beg and plead
with him to stay.

I made so much effort
to hit him on the head

and she thought
he was a helpless man.

She shed tears for him.

What? Does your story end here?

Where's the epilogue?

Do you think love is a story?

That it will have an epilogue?

But yes, if you compare love
to a novel

then there isn't any epilogue

but there are chapters.

Fine, then tell us
what that final chapter was.

Shadows are trailing.

My heart is bewailing.

And toiling within

like a funeral bell.

The end was

a mere letter.

You don't open my letters,
do you?

Nope. Never.

Don't you dare!

I have crossed your heart.

If you open it,
you will get chest pains.

My beloved, partner.

Please forgive me.

I fall at your feet.

Don't turn your face
away from me.

I will die.

I take all blame for everything.

Please come back
to your Nayantara.

Your love is the only thing
I want in this entire world.

I swear on my life.

When you come back

This time I'll not let you go
off my sight even for a second.

I will keep you close
to my bosom.

I will stay by you always.

I won't let you slip out
of my sight, even for a second.

Beware!

If you ever come back
to this village

remember that

I'll break your neck

and drink your blood.

I have sneaked in

the envelope

and read everything.

Don't try
and act smart with me!

And then?

You rascal!
Having an affair? Love?

My foot! Babe in arms
and affair?

Please spare him. Stop, please.

Spare him? My foot.

You women are responsible
for spoiling him.

No, don't stop me today.
- Stop! Stop!

I am taking you
to Kolkata tomorrow.

You swine!

"For your love,
I shall bear all disgrace."

"I'll take all blame.."

Rascal! Don't even look there.
I will pull your eyes out.

And after that

you never met Nayantara?

I was not given permission
to go back to my village.

Never.

Never?

No.

I gave father my word.

Thank God.

The rain has almost stopped.

Come on, let's head home.
What say, Tarapada?

Yes, let's get going.

Tell me, Shailen.

Is it because
of this love story that

you decided never to embark on
the journey of a married life?

That's a part of the reason.

I never wanted anyone else
in my life.

On the canvas of my life

except Nayantara

there were
no other girl's picture.

Then how are you synonymous
with love?

Co-existent?

Even today I look
for Nayantara

in every face I see.

I look for her in the crowd,
in people's shadows.

My whole existence

and my feelings

all this still revolves
around her.

This sounds strange
but it's true.

Sister, we are leaving.

These guys are leaving, honey.

Are you listening?
- Yes.

Hey, hey!
That's mine.

Bye, sister.

Mr. Bard.

Go away! Shoo!

Since poets are generally
weak in math

I would like
to point out to you

that if Nayantara was 16
when you were 8

and today

you are 44.

So she would be 52.

You are wrong.

How?

Nayantaras

never age.

Goodbye.

Hello.
- Hello, sir?

Yes, speaking.
- It's Bijitesh, sir.

Will the office be open today?
- Why? Why won't it?

Everything's flooded here, sir.

It's raining cats and dogs
since last night.

I heard buses
and trams aren't running.

Over here the water
is neck deep.

I spoke to Rajesh.

Even trains aren't
running in Rishra.

Oh. - It was hard
getting through to you.

Isn't it raining in your area?

Move!

Keep moving!

Watch out!

Hey!

Hold this.

'Akashvani' Kolkata.

Local news read
by Debdulal Bandyopadhyay.

Incessant rains in Kolkata

and the surrounding areas
have given rise

to a flood like situation.

Areas far and wide
have been submerged

which have affected daily life

in Ganges of West Bengal.

According to
the Alipore Met Department..

Are you Sukomol Basu Ray?

Yes.

That's me.

Where have you come from?

You then, are Sukomol Basu Ray.

I have a few important things
to discuss with you.

Okay.

But where are you from?
And what's your name?

I am Gyanesh Mitra.

Oh.

Hello.

Tell me, Mr. Gyanesh,
how can I help you?

Thank God
at last you recognize me.

Come. Let's sit and talk.

I see you live alone.

Yeah, it's comfortable that way.

I hope you don't mind

but I don't really know
who you are.

I'm hearing your name
for the first time..

You really don't know who I am?
- No.

I am Mohua's husband.

Mohua?

Now you will say
you don't even know her.

Look, I have no clue
what you are saying.

Mohua

killed herself last night.

Oh.

That's it? Oh?

I thought..

Have you come here
to blackmail me?

A guilty conscience
needs no accuser.

I could though.

I have enough evidence to do so.

How old are you,
Mr. Sukomol?

Why?

I am 48.

Mohua was 10 years
younger than me.

You must be what? Around?

Around 35?

Around five years ago

I was teaching in a school

in the mofussils.

I met Mohua there.

You must be aware of the fact

that once a woman falls
in love with someone

it doesn't take them any effort
to overcome such differences.

We got married
just a month after we met.

The marriage survived
but the love..

The marriage survived

but the love did not.

Mohua had an impulsive streak.

Whenever got excited
about something

she would go after whatever
caught her fancy.

And

her hopes wouldn't take long
to come crashing down.

Our marriage was one
of her rash decisions.

I always lived in fear

that her nature would end up
destroying her.

And that's exactly
what happened.

Have you come here
to tell me your life story?

Yes, you need
to know all of this.

No. I don't think so.

But I do.
- This is ridiculous.

Are you going to force me
to listen to your nonsense?

Listen, Mr. Gyanesh,
you should leave now.

I have a lot of work
to finish please.

Besides, I neither have the time

nor the inclination
to listen to your life story.

Do you want me
to call the police?

Why not?

The duel will conclude
with a bang.

Do excuse me.

I gave into the temptation

of taking a sneak peak
into your bedroom.

It's quite cozy.

How much do you want?

What?

How much do you want?

Aren't you ashamed
of yourself, Mr. Sukomol?

You are the one
who needs to be ashamed.

You're the one who's come

to gloat over
your wife's suicide.

Thank goodness
the date got pushed back.

Imagine the chaos
if it were today.

What date, uncle?

Your wedding date!

Your elder uncle
had almost fixed it for today.

Thank goodness,
I said no.

It rained like this even during

your feeding ceremony.
Don't you remember?

So many people couldn't come.

Even your elder uncle
made it only by night.

He used to live far then.

So much food was wasted.

But it wasn't this bad.

The rain today is just insane,
the levels are rising.

I can't keep my things
downstairs anymore.

Will you keep this harmonium?
It's Paris made.

I hope you don't mind..

No, no, of course not.
I'll keep it safe.

Be careful with it.
- Sure.

It's quiet heavy.
Handle with care.

Come in, come in.

Keep it down gently.

Come here.
- Keep it over here.

Keep it here.
- Here.

Do let me know
if there's anything else, uncle.

If this rain doesn't stop soon

I will have to move
my whole household up here.

Gosh!

Gosh!

Please don't mind me barging in.

Gosh, when will this rain stop?

My hands are aching.
- God knows.

Thank God, the instruments
are at safe place.

Will you come or not?
- I'm coming!

Who told you to step out?
Can't you see it's raining?

What do you want from me?

A discussion.

What's the point?

We need to understand
why Mohua committed suicide.

You might need to understand

I don't.

Of course, you do.

Don't you think you have
something to do with her death?

Not at all.
No.

I haven't even seen her
in the last week.

I have not said
or done anything

to hurt her or make her
commit suicide.

I could say the same thing,
Mr. Sukuomol.

Mohua was your wife.

And she was your lover.

Or you were her lover.

It's the same thing.
- No!

It's not the same thing.

It's absolutely not.

Listen.

Say for argument's sake
even if I accept that

according to the rules
of society

I had an illicit relationship

with your wife.

That doesn't mean anything.

Because according to the law

she had a legal relationship
with you and not me.

Wait a second.

Are you preaching to me
about society and law?

Those are manmade.

It does not relate
human feelings.

I am trying to get
to the matter of heart.

A woman named Mohua
and the two men in her life.

Gyanesh Mitra
and Sukomol Basu Ray.

She had a personal relationship
with both these men.

She was not as close
to anyone else in this world.

I don't hesitate in saying
that it was physical as well.

What nonsense!

That's what you do
with prostitutes.

That doesn't mean..
- Shut up, you rascal.

Leave me!
- Mohua was not a prostitute!

Stop it! How dare you!

I've tolerated your rant
for a long time!

Just get out.

Get out! Out!

You need to leave right now.

Mohua had told me once

that if she ever had a lover

he too would be responsible.

Just like you.

Responsible!

Freaky wimp.

A man who takes advantage

of a poor orphan woman
is anything

but responsible.

Responsible!

I could have told her

that I knew she had a lover.

And I have seen him as well.

That's why I never
said anything.

I felt bad for her
so I never said anything.

I knew such a fragile woman

would not be able
to stand the blow.

Didn't you understand that?

Responsible!

Last month,
you two went

to Gopalpur on Sea.

Stayed at Stephen's Lodge.

You told them
you were husband and wife.

Because the owner
does not allow bachelors.

Keeps a bible in each room.

Even drinking isn't allowed.

But the house is beautiful.

The sea in front,
the backwaters to the left.

Desolate beach.

Dark black rocks

jutting out of the sea.

Mohua was determined
to go and sit on those rocks.

You were trying to stop her.

Then you really
did follow her there?

I am a responsible husband.

I should know where my wife is,
if she is in some sort of danger

it is my duty
to find out these things.

Because of my sheer
responsibilities I bought this

from the auction
at Russell Exchange.

I don't need this anymore.

That's why I remembered
to bring it along.

You can keep it
for half the price.

You're not going to be
a bachelor forever.

When are you getting married?
- None of your business.

Besides

everyone doesn't follow
their wives like you.

Because everyone is not
a responsible husband like me.

Mohua would say
you are very generous.

You give her
a great deal of freedom.

Mohua did not recognize you.

Nobody will understand
how much freedom I gave her

better than you, right?

The whole world is drowning.

It's a sea out there.

I risked my life to get here.

Why did you take risk?
You shouldn't have come to work.

What are you saying?

I came all the way for you.
- Go back home, Radha's mom.

What? I risked my life
just because

your sister asked me to.
I waded neck deep water.

Just leave. Can't you understand
what I'm saying?

Okay, I'm going.

How long are you planning
on staying?

As long as it takes
to solve this mystery.

What mystery?

Huh?

Your wife has committed suicide.

What do I have to do with that?

Please just leave.

I don't want to be dragged
into this shady affair.

I'm warning you.

I've reached the end
of my patience.

Three years ago

you were also
a school teacher like me.

You went to Berhampur
to study BT.

Mohua was also there

doing a refresher course.

She met you and fell
in love with you.

Men always desire
the forbidden fruit.

And Mohua was too tempting
as the other woman.

Don't you agree?

If you knew everything

why didn't you stop her?

You feel I didn't think
about it?

Which kind hearted man
will condone such a thing?

But I was scared.

I was scared of losing her.

Call it a weakness if you like.

But it's not exactly that.

It was a kind of sacrifice.

I don't know
if I'm making any sense to you.

Actually, I just wanted
her to be with me

no matter what she did.

I wanted her to be mine.

Yep, property!

No, no. Not like that.

It has nothing to do

with a sense of possession,
Mr. Sukomol.

It's more to do with love,
understanding

empathy, duty
and responsibility..

A dutiful husband cannot allow
his wife to stray, right?

He can.

If he thinks her lover
is dutiful then he can.

I thought you were dutiful
and responsible.

Maybe, Mohua also thought
you were, but you are not.

You not only cheated her

but you also failed
to keep her alive.

You pushed her into an abyss..
- How?

First, you built her hopes

of getting a high paying job.

That isn't a crime. I was going
to try get her a job.

Mohua trusted you so much
that when you said that

she started taking
her teaching job lightly.

She started missing classes
for no reason

being careless
with marking papers

fighting with her colleagues.
Should I go on?

One day she just quit her job
and told me about it later.

I accepted her decision.

Because I did not know then
that you were behind it.

You goaded Mohua
into quitting her job.

I never asked her
to quit her job.

But you promised her the moon.
- I don't want to argue.

I have written evidence with me.
- You do whatever you want to.

It's like rubbing salt
into a wound.

We lost power.

I have to keep this with you.
- Give it to me.

We won't last long downstairs.

I heard they are using boats
in the streets of Bagbazar.

How did you manage
to come, mister?

Water's pouring in
but you only bother

about your musical instruments!

I'm coming, coming!

Are you even listening to me?
- Stop pissing me off!

Why don't you rent another house
for your instruments!

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

How could you read
your wife's personal letters?

What shame?

Your words were
actually my words.

They were the words
I always wanted to say

but I couldn't.

Your words were my voice.

Last night

when I was reading
your letters

it sounds strange

but I confused myself with you.

You are a very odd man.

Yes.

Yes, even Mohua would say so.

A couple of days ago

she rested her head
on my chest and said

'Why don't you ever stop me?'

'Why don't you punish me?'

'What if something
happens to me?'

I said

'What can happen?'

'You didn't spare any slot
for anything to happen.'

She moved away from me.

After a while, she said

'You've always been
a very odd man.'

How long are you going
to talk such crap?

Crap?

This is a question of
our life and death.

It might be yours
but not mine.

Mr. Sukomol.

We are both entangled

with Mohua in the same way now.

Personally and legally.

What do you mean?

It started raining
in the evening yesterday.

But Mohua had made up her mind
much earlier.

She had written the letter
and kept it under her pillow.

Letter?

What letter?

Huh?

What..

What letter?

My school is in the suburbs.

Think about my situation
since yesterday.

I waited in school till 7 PM

and then desperately
started walking.

I changed buses
and rickshaws

and reached home by 9:30 PM.

The roads were completely
waterlogged.

But the water was yet
to enter the house.

The door was ajar.

I entered and saw
Mohua was lying on the bed.

I scolded her for sleeping
with the door open.

I even tried to wake her up.
She did not answer.

I still did not know that..

I thought she had taken
her sleeping pills.

She often did that.

Gosh! Tell me
about the letter.

What letter?

Yesterday's rain

was the kind to induce madness.

Suddenly, I looked
at Mohua in the glow

of the light of the table lamp.

And I went insane.

I had not touched her
beautiful body for a long time.

I was parched for her.

I became a crazed animal,
Mr. Sukomol.

I forced myself on her.
And then I froze.

She was cold as ice.

Chilled.

She wasn't breathing.

Mohua has held us both
responsible

in her suicide note.

You and me.

What the heck!

What did I do?

We both were unfair to her.

We both destroyed her mentally.

Mohua wrote that?

Besides how does it matter
what she wrote?

Where is the evidence?

The proof?

The proof is
your numerous letters.

The body is
in the morgue, right?

Yes.

But I haven't given
the suicide note to the police.

If I had, we both would've been
arrested by now.

Have you decided
what you're going to do?

You say, Mr. Sukomol.
What should we do?

Okay then.

Hand it over to the police.

Along with your letters?

This shows you have
come here to blackmail me?

No.

I came to find out

whether why Mohua
suddenly committed suicide.

Why we couldn't make her
want to live.

A suicide letter
doesn't ever have

the real reason behind
a suicide.

How the heck would I know
the real reason?

Last Sunday evening

Mohua came to see me
for the last time.

We chatted a while

and then she left.

But

she didn't say anything
that indicated

she was contemplating suicide.

Frankly, she seemed
a bit depressed.

But that was nothing new.

I asked

what she would do.

She said, 'Nothing.'

'I am fine.'

'We will maintain the same
friendly terms we have now.'

'You get married.'

'As long as your wife
does not know, it's fine.'

I told her it was becoming
a very dangerous game.

And that we
could not predict

how long her husband
would be quiet.

You said that?
- Yes, I did.

But Mohua paid no heed to me.

She said, 'Being married
and being a husband'

'is not the same thing.'

Last September,
we had gone to Digha.

She said something
really strange

while we had gone for a walk.

She said

'There is a weird similarity'

'between my husband'

'and my father.'

'The same way that a father
believes in his daughter'

'my husband has endless
faith in me.'

I think when we went

to Gopalpur on Sea last month
and she spotted you

she was very hurt.

It could be

that she started suffering
from guilt.

It could be that
her beliefs were shattered.

She came back to the lodge

and wanted to go back
to Kolkata immediately.

If she hadn't seen you

we would have stayed

a few more days
in Stephen's Lodge.

And it's my guess

that she would
still be alive.

If my sense of
responsibility is my crime

then I am guilty.

I have to go to work now.

You mean, your office
will be open in these floods?

So you mean to say

you have no hand
in Mohua's suicide?

No.

Not at all.

But..

But when I gave you the news
you weren't surprised at all.

Right?

All you said was 'Oh'.

You were her lover.

You enjoyed the pleasures
of her beautiful body.

Didn't you write?

'I have left traces
of my kisses'

'on your nakedness,
look for them.'

Your letters are very poetic,
Mr. Sukomol.

'Your essence haunts my being
and is driving me crazy.'

Those smells are gone forever.
Are you not even a little sad?

You feasted on her body
day after day.

But you never tried
to understand her heart.

What kind of lover doesn't take
responsibility of the heart?

Now that you are getting
married, you think

you can get away with your
insensitive irresponsibility?

Liar.

Imposter..

Betrayer!

Whom do you want?

Has 12 years of
wedlock dried up all

possibility of us
having a conversation?

My existence doesn't begin and
end with my breast, ACP Guha!

What is it?

They say, never bring
your ego to bed.

Haven't you read the scriptures?

You mean, Kamasutra, right?

Nope.

Next?

We haven't kissed in ages, Joy.

Do you even remember
the last time you hugged me?

I refuse to share my bed
with a sexual predator!

Excuse me!
Hello!

You are talking
to your husband

not a rapist.

You have been one many a times.

Do I need to remind you?
- Just shut up!

Not being married
is better than being

in a loveless marriage
like this!

Then let's talk, damn it.

Let's talk for God's sake!
- Love never existed though.

We still can have a talk!
- It's too late!

We can still have
that conversation!

We don't have any baggage!

What did you say? Baggage?

You know very well why.

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

You are not capable
of loving anyone.

I repeat anyone.

See, it kind of just
slipped out.

Have you ever loved anyone
but yourself?

Anyone?

Desperate!

I didn't mean it.
I am sorry.

I am sorry!

Crap!

Morning, sir.
- Good morning.

Any news, Deepak?

Sir, this time
it's Jhowtala road.

In the apartment of the ex-wife
of the ex-speaker.

In broad daylight.

What the..

Does the press know?

Not yet.

The woman is a divorcee,
lives alone.

She's a dancer.

She was staging at
Rabindra Sadan in the morning.

She came home and found
it had been broken into.

Cash, jewelry, laptop,
everything's gone missing.

But why are you telling me?

The commissioner got a call
from the Writers' Building.

They have asked you
to go over, personally.

Why?

Don't I have
anything else to do?

What are the local police doing?
Call up Chowdhury in Beck Bagan.

Sir, this is the seventh
burglary on the trot.

They want you to be a part

of this investigation
from the start.

There is a lot of pressure
from above. - Please.

In that case ask them
to call Scotland yard.

I have other things lined up.

Sir..
- Speak to Manish Gupta.

He will go and take stock
of the situation.

Sir, Chief Secretary had

personally called up
the police commissioner.

Please come in, sir.

Madam?

Madam?

The ACP has come
from police headquarters.

Hello.

I am Joydeb Guha.

Hello.

I got a text from this number.
Who is this?

Oh! I am sorry,
I didn't have your number saved.

Please tell me.

No, no, don't worry,
we are at it.

Please have your dinner
and sleep.

We have posted an officer
outside your apartment.

Usually, burglars don't return
to the same apartment.

Do call me if you need help
with anything.

Definitely.

Didn't you get my missed call?
- Thank you.

When did you?

Anu, they pay me to work.

Rubbish.

Your dinner is on the table.

Asleep?

Can't sleep.

"Life's all about living me."

"Life's all about loving me."

"And since,
I love loving me so."

"I can love you
more than so."

Apparently,
they don't break into

the same house twice?
Rubbish.

What are you wearing today?

"I write songs all day for me."

Rascal.

"I live with my thoughts
so free."

"I draw pictures
of myself all day."

"And to my own melody,
I sway."

"And since,
to my tunes, I flow."

"I love myself so."

"And since, I love.."
- I am still smelling of you.

"I can love you
more than so."

All good?

Good morning, sir.
- Good morning!

Good morning, sir!
- Yes!

Over here, yesterday.

Good morning, sir.
- Good morning, sir.

Why?

What happened?

I'll just call you back.

I've got a call coming in.

Hello.

Anamika had called.

She wants to talk.

I don't know about what.

And please don't get stressed.

At least one of us
shouldn't, right?

If she creates a scene

you know what to cook tonight.

Right?

I have something to say.

So do I.

What?

You go first.

Today..

I found out something.

Last evening

I underwent
an egg retrieval procedure.

Egg?

Did you go alone?

Mom had come with me.

I hadn't informed you one thing.

I was

undergoing an ovarian
simulation procedure.

Dr. Banerjee was saying..

You have gone through
this before, right?

So what's new?

Yeah, but..

I came to know of something new.

That's a new development.

What?

The embryologist had called
from the hospital.

Four eggs of mine
have got fertilized.

Okay.

Dr. Banerjee was saying..

He will carry out
the embryo transfer day after.

Of course,
he isn't promising anything.

But this time

there is a high chance
of it getting successful.

I don't know what to say.

But I think I am overwhelmed.

Are you?

Can I make a request?
- Tell me.

Even if you're not happy

you can at least
pretend to be.

Don't start it again.

Helps.

Please don't start it again,
Anu, please.

You had something to say.
- Later.

But related what?

Nothing. Work related.

About a promotion.
A new opportunity.

May be, transfer.

It's not happening now.
Have you informed your mom?

No.

I wanted to break it
to you first.

I am sorry.

Procedure..

It's done.

It's done.

She is sedated now.

She'll take some time
to recover.

You can take her home
after that.

Thank you, doctor.

She needs care

emotional support.

If she does conceive
as it is in an IVF pregnancy

the symptoms will be magnified.
- Okay.

Be sensitive.

Your baggage is arriving soon.

Do you think I haven't noticed

how you missed becoming a dad?

I was not having sex with her.

Is that clear?

Please listen to me.

Please!

But why will I lie to you?

The blood pressure
is on the higher side.

But we'll take care of that.

Otherwise

she is doing well.

Exactly

after five weeks

we will conduct
a viability scan.

What is a viability scan?

To check

the baby's heartbeat.
- Oh.

Till then

just take it easy.
Okay?

Avoid running

lifting heavy weights.

I have written down everything.
- Thank you.

Keep it.

Mrs. Guha.
- Yes?

If you don't mind

I would like to speak
to your husband alone.

Okay.

I am probably
repeating myself.

Stress can be
very dangerous.

Especially in the case
of an IVF pregnancy

extra care has to be taken.

Try to keep her happy.

Otherwise..

Well

you run the risk
of losing your child.

This is not right.
I can't be doing this anymore.

You mean,
attack of morality?

I know I am hurting you.

Mom!

Oh my dear!

Just a little.

It's a boy.

You happy?
- Yes.

You?

It's a pity thing
that you'll never be a mother.

You'll never know
how I feel now.

Enjoy.

I always wished for a girl
from the start.

Later, I only longed
for a healthy baby.

I must say he looks
quite healthy for an IVF baby.

Oops! I'm sorry..

Excuse me, sir.
The doctor wants to see you.

I'll be right there.

I'll be back.

Does your life feel
complete now

ACP Guha?

The emptiness
that was eating you up.

Is this from Tewari Sweets?
- Yes.

Please take some, sir.

Here, have one.

Here, have it.
- Sir, may I say something?

Go ahead.
- Better late than never!

You can give it a shot as well!
- Please take some, sir.

Thanks, thanks.

Are you all right, sir?

Staying up nights now.
- Sorry, I forgot.

This is just the beginning
of many sleepless nights.

See what lies in store.

Tell me something,
Mr. Dutta.

How is it possible

to develop
such a strong attachment

in such short time?

Attachment?

What attachment?

I mean

the bond of a father
and his son, you know.

Rubbish!

These are temporary feelings

conjured up by the mind.

When you realize one day,
despite your very best efforts

your child has turned out
to be a freak attachment

bond all will seem
like a distant memory.

So you mean to say

all this love and attachment
is only temporary?

The tug of the heart
is temporary.

The tug of the flesh
is permanent.

You are something, Mr. Dutta!

You'll agree with me..
- You're too much.

...once you reach my age.

And about attachments..

We crave for what we don't have.

And once we have it

we just let it go by.

Mark my words.

Come on, pick it up.

Pick it up for God's sake.

Hello. Listen, I cannot live
without you.

I have to have you in my life.

Tell me.

Do you still love me?

His name is Ayush, my son.

Listen.

I want you back in my life.

I want to live my life with you.

I have lost you once.

I don't want to lose you again.

I.. I've just stopped living.

I have to live.

I have no idea.

You.. you tell me what to do.

I can't..

I can't live without Ayush.

I can't live without you either.

I know that damn it!
Double lives.

But what the hell
should I be doing?

You tell me, listen, please.

I know I can't lead two lives
at the same time.

But what can I do?
What should I do?

Listen, can I..
can I just come over?

Please.. I can..

Please don't disconnect!
Please.

What happened?

I'm... very tired, Anu.

Is everything all right?

Bad day at office?

I think we need
to take decisions

that can drain you

badly.

Don't worry.

I am with you.

Sister!

I think his diaper
needs changing!

I can't believe this.

Please don't ring the bell.

"Morning has shown me the day."

"The sun shines as I make hay."

"Look, I'm growing up, mommy."

"Toys galore and life so yummy."

"Happy birthday to you."

"Happy birthday to you."

"Happy birthday,
happy birthday"

"happy birthday to you."

I, Joydeb Guha,
hereby proclaim

that I dedicate my son
to the service of the nation

and the IPS.

May he become one.

"Tiny joys
and tiny toils of life."

"Reds, blues
and yellow stripes."

"What if the colors fade?"

"How long would I play dead?"

"Hey, hey."

"Hands up,
says my silly twang."

"Bang, bang,
bang, bang, bang."

"Hands up,
says my silly twang."

"Bang, bang,
bang, bang, bang."

Fire, fire.

Dad.

Good morning!

Dad, I want to go potty!

Dad.

Baby, I will take
another five minutes.

No..

Can you hold on for some time?
- No..

Dad, please come out.

Anu!

Please come out, dad, please.

Anu!

Anamika!
- Tell me, what happened?

Ayush needs to go potty.

Ask Maloti to take him
to the other bathroom.

I badly need to go potty.
- What's there to cry?

Can't you hold it for a while?

Maloti didn't come even today.

Maloti has not come for four
days in the last two weeks!

This is too much.
I'm thinking of sacking her.

Absolutely!
Show her the door!

Dad.
- Yes.

Today two big pieces
and one small one.

What?

Potty.

Your son, after all.

This is the favorite topic
of all Bengalis.

He'll soon start talking

of acidity, reflux
and other digestion issues.

Then you can have a man to man
conversation with him.

No school today?

Nope, today is
the school foundation day.

So it's a holiday.
He'll chew my brains all day.

Yes, Deepak, do you know
what Ayush has been up to?

I don't want to eat anymore.
- You have to.

When?
- Have it.

Ayush.

Listen to me,
get there with the force.

Ask Ghosh to be on standby.

I will meet you
at Gachtala Crossing.

I am leaving right now.

Baby, I am leaving.

I will go and say,
'Hands up'.

Have fun.
- In a hurry?

Won't you finish your breakfast?
- Later, Anu.

You take care.

You know

this one is truly shocking.
- What is it?

Murder of a student
on the day of college elections.

And that too..
- Eat this.

...inside the college premises.

What is this world coming to?

Down with the authorities!

Down with the authorities!
Down with the authorities!

Down with the tyrant's rule!

Down with the tyrant's rule!

Down with it! Down with it!

Answer us! Right now!
- Hey!

Down with the..
- Hey, don't spare him!

Sir!
- What's the status?

The main gate
is closed from inside.

Watch out, sir!

Hey! Get him!

Nobody will open fire!
Control room!

Contact the control room
immediately.

Deepak! Move away!

Don't! Go charge
in that direction. Go!

Deepak, my..

Sontu!
- Yes, sir.

Is my revolver in the car?
- No, sir.

Sir, the control room.

I need reinforcements,
right now!

We have to force our way
into the college premises.

We are not being allowed
to enter.

Are you following me?

I need backup
with water cannons!

Tear gas not enough.

I need water cannons, copy?

Look under the seat!

It's not there, sir.

Sir, is it at home?

Anamika is not answering
her phone.

She might've stepped out.

Why won't she answer
her phone?

Have you tried the landline?

Deepak.
- Yes.

I can't think straight.
I'll have to go back.

Sir, I'll come with you.
- You stay here.

Sir, Ghosh is here
with reinforcements.

Take me home.
- I'll come with you.

I never make
this kind of a mistake.

I was in such a hurry today.

How could I leave it at home?

Sir, why are you
getting so worked up?

It's at home after all.
- It is loaded, Deepak!

The darn revolver is loaded.

"Love or quail."

"Run or fail."

"Head or tail."

"Soon will prevail."

"A demure soul."

"A tale untold."

"A piece of peace."

"Extant on hold."

"A sigh of bliss."

"A hideous pang."

"Stole the gun"

"and bang bang."

Anu?

Anu!

Ayush!

Crap!

It's.. it's not there.

Ayush?

Oh my!

Sir! Sir!

Sir! Sir!

She's fine.

She's fine?

She's fine..

She's fine!

She's..

Fine..

Sir.

Ayush is fine.

Hello?
- It's done.

What?

It's gone
exactly as we had planned.

Don't tell me.

Ayush?

Yes.

Unbelievable, isn't it?

That means we will be..
- Together now!

And Ayush will be with us.

I love you.

Love you.

Remember, I told you?

I can't live without you.

I have a performance now.

I'll call you later.

Anu!

Anu!

Anu..

Anu!