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My beloved's charming street

Wherever my desire takes me

My beloved's charming street

Where I spent my delightful childhood

Where I spent my vibrant world

Where my youth blossomed

My beloved's charming street

In my dreams...

He comes in my dreams covertly

He comes...

in my heartbeats

He dwells in my heartbeats

He dwells

Dormant affection...

He arouses dormant affection

He makes my heart more fearful

My beloved's charming street

I feel shy when he comes before me

I feel nervous when he comes near me

He is my beloved. I am his sweetheart

My beloved's charming street

Pot breaker, please come forward.

Who called me?

I'm here.

What if my pot had broken?

I'd have gotten a brass pot for you.

Yes. The brass pot would have put me...

in junior Chaudhary's debt.

Razia.

It's not right to call your childhood friend Aslam as junior Chaudhary.

That was childhood immaturity. But now, we're grown up.

That's why I know that you live in a mansion.

And I live in a mud house.

Razia, in childhood we would build sand houses and exchange them.

So why can't you consider my mansion as your house?

Aslam, your talk might make me proud.

If beauty is not proud, even love doesn't bow before it.

Razia, for the last time, I'm separating from you...

and going to the city to finish my education.

- What are you saying? - Don't worry, Razia.

Once I return we'll never separate again.

- Hello, junior Chaudhary. - Hello.

May God grant integrity!

Today I discovered that junior Chaudhary has grown up.

Insolent! If you behave insolently with me...

I'll have you banished from the village.

May God grant integrity!

We barbers are so respected that prominent landlords...

bow their heads in front of us for hours.

- Kalu, stop your nonsense. - May God grant integrity!

You?

Razia, congratulations.

What's the good news for which you're congratulating me?

- Razia, Aslam... - Quiet.

Shameless. Seems like you overheard everything.

And I saw it too.

Your thirst was quenched.

So you returned from the well with an empty pot.

Oh yes! It's empty.

Out of fear of your brother.

Kalu, where did you sell your instruments?

Look. It's growing in God's devotion.

It's better you let it grow.

You'll receive blessings! May God grant integrity!

Kalu, you seem upset today. What's the matter?

What's the matter? Why?

- Don't barbers have any honor? - Why not?

- I'll go and tell Mr. Chaudhary. - What happened?

I'm not a gossipmonger.

Don't tell anyone.

Junior Chaudhary loves Razia. May God grant integrity!

- Is that so? - That's what I'm going to tell him.

You stopped me needlessly.

Hello, Mr. Chaudhary.

Hello. How did you come on Tuesday today?

May God grant integrity!

Mars is such a planet.

You think something and something else happens.

- What do you mean? - Well...

I'm not a gossipmonger.

But I'm loyal to you. So I'm compelled to tell you...

that junior Chaudhary loves Razia, who lives in a mud house.

May God grant integrity!

How do you know?

I saw it myself. May God grant integrity!

Childhood friends won't fight.

And it's your habit to make a mountain out of a molehill.

It's not a lie. May God grant integrity!

Good. Let Aslam go to the city for his education.

Everything will be fine.

Razia, I'll carry a pot.

Salma, you're Chaudhary's niece.

Why take the trouble?

It's every woman's duty to do housework.

Whether she's rich or poor.

My hands are working fine.

You always consider me a stranger.

I should think of you as kin and make you fill water every day.

Leave it. I'll do it.

Salma, if you like it so much, then carry my pot.

Want me to fill the pot.

Okay, son. It's time for your train. Now leave.

But yes, don't forget to write letters.

Listen.

- Do reply to my letters. - Okay.

- Okay, father. Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Aunt.

- Hello, aunt. - God bless you, son.

Don't forget the villagers after going to the city.

How can I forget all of you?

I'm leaving my life in the village.

Keep visiting us.

Okay, goodbye.

Goodbye, Razia.

Goodbye.

Hey! Oh God!

Oh, my God! You, Banno?

Being a woman, you hit a man?

Why? You wanted to commit theft.

What did you say? Thief?

Don't you recognize decent people?

Oh God, Banno! I came for a shave.

I'm sorry. Sit. Brother must be coming.

Sister gave me a thrashing before the brother's arrival.

No. I'll leave.

Listen.

Don't tell brother I hit you.

Oh God, Banno! Would any man say that?

Then go.

- May I ask you something, Banno? - Yes.

- You didn't do the right thing. - What?

What was the need to hit a dying man?

Are you ill?

Not just ill, I'm lying on my deathbed.

Deathbed?

Then make arrangements for your funeral.

- If brother comes, he'll also... - Show the wonder of his hands.

Okay. Goodbye.

Hello, Hazarimal.

Hello, Kalu.

May God grant integrity!

Do you want your beard shaved?

- Yes, Kalu. Something like that. - Come here.

You're clean-shaven.

Yes. It's done, Kalu. I'll leave. It's done.

- It's done. - Yes. It's done.

It's done. It's done.

- Brother. - Yes. - Freshen up.

Then eat lunch.

You eat lunch.

I'll eat a feast. May God grant integrity!

- Is that so? - Yes.

Fix people's marriage and have a feast.

Whose marriage did you arrange?

It's none of your business. Go and eat lunch.

I'll take Razia and aunt to Chaudhary.

May God grant integrity!

May God grant integrity, Mr. Chaudhary!

- Aunt is here. - Come. - Hello.

- Hello. - Greetings.

God bless you, dear.

Salma.

Look, your aunt is here.

Sit.

Both of you go inside.

Sister, I troubled you for a noble deed.

It's no trouble, Mr. Chaudhary.

I'll give you good news.

I've chosen a boy for your daughter Razia.

Before Aslam, I'm worried about Nazir.

Yes, the late Bashir's son, right?

You know he's a nice boy. I have to conduct his marriage.

What say you?

When you're his guardian, what objection can I have?

It's done, sister. Razia and Nazir will get married on Friday.

Once Aslam returns from the city...

I'll marry him to Salma.

Congratulations to both of you. May God grant integrity!

Congratulations, sister.

You have got such a suitable groom.

You're crying?

If poor people are destined for happiness...

why would they cry?

- Kalu. - Yes? - Tell the truth. - Sure.

To whom is uncle marrying me?

- Tell me. - Shall I tell you? - Yes.

- For sure? - Yes.

First give me five pennies. May God grant integrity!

Oh my! Here.

- Yes. - Now tell me.

- Your marriage will be conducted... - Yes.

With Razia who lives in a mud house. May God grant integrity!

- Kalu. - Yes. - Is she very pretty?

Yes. It's your good fortune that you got her.

- May God grant integrity! - For sure. For sure.

Shall I distribute the wedding invitations?

- Sure. Sure. Go. Don't delay. - Okay. Goodbye.

Mister, covertly