Rain: The Terror Within...

"Some drops fall on the body."

"Some drops fall on the mind."

"Some drops fall on the heart."

"With the pitter patter of the rain..."

"...the heart loses its solace."

"Rain!"

"Rain!"

"Rain!"

"The body is a little wet."

"The mind is a little wet."

"The heart is a little wet."

"In this wet weather..."

"...my heart searches for someone."

"Rain!"

"Rain!"

"Rain!"

"I recollect some things"

"I recollect some memories"

"I recollect some nights."

"How will I go..."

"...through this time?"

"Rain!"

"Rain!"

"Rain!"

Sandhya Bhatnagar.

Miss Sandhya...

-I am a reporter and I wanted. -An Interview.

-Yes. -Fine. So tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock...

No, no, madam please, tomorrow morning...

-...will be too late, I have a deadline. -Oh.

-You have a deadline? -Yes.

-And you have to do it today? -Yes.

-Look, Mr... -Prakash.

Yes, Mr. Prakash.

I think you have not got the appointment of a film star...

-...hence a writer... -No madam, that's not the thing...

-...you are misunderstanding. -Then what else could be the matter?

-Look, you... -This is absolutely clear...

...that I am not your choice but your helplessness.

Look, madam, I request you...

Look, I am really not interested.

No, ma'am, we don't take any interest in film stars.

-You don't understand. -What do you mean?

That your magazine does not print interviews of film stars?

Exactly! We only write on art and literature.

-Oh! On art and literature? -Yes.

That's very interesting!

-Okay, you come a bit earlier. -Okay, ma'am.

-Thank you, ma'am. -I don't meet anyone after lunch.

-Yes, ma'am. -And please, make it in 20 minutes.

I will just come. I'll be right there, ma'am.

Hello, ma'am.

-Mr. Prakash. -Yes.

-Come. Come inside. -Yes.

And don't take off your shoes.

Don't be shocked. The ears of blind people like me become our eye sight.

With the slight movement of a person, we come to know what he is doing.

-Come. Come inside. -Thank you.

-Why are you standing? Sit down. -Fine.

By the way, what type of an interview do you want to take?

I want to know that...

-All alone, so far... -How do I manage?

Yes.

-In spite of being blind? -Yes.

It is not very difficult.

If I go walking, the market is half an hours walk.

It is like a morning walk.

I return in a Victoria or a rickshaw.

And the remaining day passes with writing.

But the maintenance of such a big house.. how?

I have a maid who comes in the morning and does her work and leaves.

There is a gardener who does the work of a watchman too.

He is on leave today.

-Only two servants in such a big house? -It's enough.

If one keep too many servants, you have to keep a watch on them.

And I cannot do this, Prakash.

And anyway, I love solitude. I like privacy.

-About marriage... -Mr. Prakash, please!

You'd said that you come from a serious type of magazine.

-No personal questions. -I am sorry, ma'am.

Next question, please.

I am sure you must be writing your stories in Braille.

If I get a page of your Braille writing...

...I would like to print that too for the readers.

-With a translation of Hindi, of course. -Oh!

It is a very good idea.

But the problem is that all my Braille manuscripts are with my publishers.

And the book that is not published, I cannot give you any page from that.

-No problem, if you... -One minute, Prakash. One minute.

I'll just see.

Don't feel bad, Prakash.

-I don't like you standing behind me. -I am really sorry.

Any artist, whether it is painter or a sculptor...

...does not like showing anyone his incomplete work.

I.. I'm really sorry, ma'am.

I've seen the Braille typewriter for the first time that's why...

-That's why.. -Take this.

Thank you.

-Can I.. try to read it? -Do you know Braille?

Yes, a little bit. In Mumbai, I have blind violinist friend...

...I learnt a little from him.

Then read it.

Some.. time...

Are you trying to read Braille with your sight?

Yes, I am trying something like that.

Prakash, can you get the pleasure of eating Indian...

...food with a fork and spoon?

To get the actual taste, you have to eat with your hand.

It is the same with Braille.

Braille has to be felt with the fingers and not read with the eyes.

When words touch you, they then reach the heart.

The pleasure of the feel of the words is totally different.

Give it to me. I will read it to you.

Sometimes this rain awakens my desire.

Sometimes this rain repeats my habits.

In the night, the rain came as a beautiful dream.

Today this rain scares me.

"This pain is very heartless."

"This pain broke the heart."

"This pain is very heartless."

"This pain broke the heart."

"This pain is very heartless."

"This pain broke the heart."

"I remembered the moment again."

"The moment that I was trying to forget."

"The moment that I was trying to forget."

"This pain is very heartless."

"This pain broke the heart."

At times this rain used to tickle my...

...body and at times the rain used to please my mind.

Sometimes this rain used to generate love in my heart.

And today this rain scares me.

"Every heart beat is scared."

"Every breath is afraid too."

"Every heart beat is scared."

"Every breath is afraid too."

"Now I have started speaking..."

"...illogical talks to myself."

"Despite being on the shore..."

"...I am yet finding it."

Sometimes this rain used to take me back in childhood...

...this rain used to make paper boats float, this rain...

...used to make me hear the scolding of my mom...

...and today this rain now scares me.

"Expectations rise and fall..."

"...and hopes are entangled."

"Expectations rise and fall..."

"...and hopes are entangled."

"The storm of time has brought..."

"...me to my destination."

"Despite being on my destination"

"I am yet finding the destination."

"This pain is very heartless."

"This pain broke the heart."

"This pain is very heartless."

"This pain broke the heart."

"I remembered the moment again."

"The moment that I was trying to forget."

"The moment that I was trying to forget."

"The moment that I was trying to forget."

Wow!

Wow!

Have you written this poem now?

-I asked did you write this poem now? -No.. no.

I had written it earlier.

I don't know how I remembered it.

Why did I recollect this poem...

...while reading and typing?

If you don't mind, can I ask you something?

Yes, ask.

Is any personal thing hidden in this poem?

Because of which, you have something special with the rain.

I didn't ask you for tea.

What will you have, tea or coffee?

As of now, I would want to talk about this poem.

-I.. will get coffee for you. -Please, take care.

-I will.. get coffee for you and come. -Sandhya...

-Are you fine? Are you fine? -I am fine. I am okay.

I am okay.

I am okay.

Prakash five steps behind you, there is a cupboard.

You will find an ashtray in it.

-Do you drink? -No.

Sometimes, I have to offer it to the publisher.

Oh I see! I see.

A retired Colonel lives nearby.

He visits me sometimes with his wife.

You know, family friends.

His wife has decorated this house.

She is an interior designer.

So what did you want to ask?

Sometimes this rain used to awaken my desires.

-This poem... -How much of sugar will you take?

-I asked how much sugar will you take? -Two spoons.

-Ma'am, I.. -I will manage.

-I will just get another spoon. -No, it's okay, ma'am.

No, as it is, too much of dust settles around here.

Don't worry. I will go and get another spoon.

Miss Sandhya, by just looking at you...

...I mean, while making coffee, opening the door...