Beloved (Saawariya) (सावरिया)

Woven from my dreams...

...this town isn't one to be pinned onto a map...

...as it exists entirely in my thoughts.

This is my town's most magnificent bar...

...RK Bar.

Whenever business is good...

...I come here to have a good imported drink.

It feels good.

Me, myself Gulabji.

You won't find anyone quite like me.

One who trades in false romance, but tells stories of true love.

The tale I am about to tell you isn't of an ordinary man...

...but of an angeI.

Torn jeans, guitar in hand...

...a rock-star angeI.

I met him for the first time in this bar.

Like always, I was the last customer that night.

Get me another whiskey.

And a glass of milk, please.

Who's this, asking for milk in a bar?

I'm the new lead singer here. I'm practicing for my show tomorrow.

But this is no place for lullabies.

Here, we need something sensationaI...

...something that stirs the body.

Songs should stir the souI, not the body.

A souI that can't even be seen.

Just like a matchstick that holds fire...

...unless it's lit, it can't be seen.

Or like the intoxication of alcohoI that can't be seen.

Well said! You have a way with words.

I have a way with songs too. Hear one.

Just a few lines, go on.

Oh, my love Oh, my love

Oh, my love Oh, my love

Set you in a palanquin Decorate it with stars

Steal you away from this world

Oh, my love Oh, my love

Oh, my love Oh, my love

Set you in a palanquin

Decorate it with stars

Steal you from this world Steal away your heart

Excuse me, you think I'll be a star?

- More likely a superstar. - Thanks.

He was wonderfuI, straight out of a girI's dream.

Since then, his song became his identity...

...Saawariya.

For days his voice echoed in my mind.

Each time I thought of him, I smiled.

One evening I sat at my usual spot counting my day's earnings.

Darn, I lost count.

Hey! Whose ball is this?

It's mine.

Hi. Good evening.

You see, I don't have a pillow, so I'm using the ball.

The problem is it keeps rolling away.

Sorry, I'll just pick it up.

Oh, Jesus, aren't you...?

- Aren't you the hero from RK Bar? - Yes.

I thought you looked familiar.

But why are you sleeping on the street?

What else can I do?

A new town, a new job, and no one I know.

I can't turn up on anyone's doorstep. No one would trust a stranger.

In short, you have no place to stay.

Correct.

You've come to the right place.

I live up there.

Do you want to give it a try, partner?

Thank you, maybe some other time.

I likes you.

You're the first person to say no to Gulabji.

You are gorgeous...

...and cute guys like you don't sleep on the street.

Lilian, that old hag, lives across the street.

If she likes you, she'll take you as a paying guest...

...but if she doesn't, you're toast.

Try your luck tomorrow morning.

Thank you.

But this is the red-light district.

Will you be able to live here with these women?

Why not?

Aren't they someone's mothers, sisters and daughters too?

But never anyone's wife.

But they could be someone's friend.

What do you say? Do you want to give it a try, partner?

You want to be friends? Fine.

It hurts me to hear that little girI cry.

I don't likes.

It is the same story every day.

Her mother's at work and won't be back all night.

Ours is a tough profession and we'll never get any respite.

We've spent our entire childhood crying...

...all night without a mother...

...waiting for some fairy to appear.

Neither a fairy appeared...

...nor did anyone ever come to comfort us.

Go back to sleep.

One day an angel will arrive

Never is she ever going back

Her soft tiptoe rings in my ears Day and night

Every moment I long for her so bad

One day an angel will arrive

Befriends with flowers

Softer than the buds

The moment I look at her

She will be a bundle of shyness

Delicately, shyly

Nervously, coyly

With cloudy tresses

With terrified lips

She's going to astound me As she arrives

One day an angel will arrive

She is never going back

Her soft tiptoe rings in my ears

Day and night, every moment

I long for her so bad

Wearing the veil of love

Adorning the henna of your dreams

Gazing deep in your eyes

Sweeping the distances away

She will sing songs of your love

As she arrives

One day an angel will arrive

Lilianji.

- Who is it? - It's me.

Who's me?

I heard that you have a room for rent.

But who's me?

Ranbir Raj. But you can call me Raj.

Why, did you get drunk and gamble away your father's name?

I don't gamble, and I swear I don't touch alcohoI.

Do you have any references?

None. Actually, I'm new to this town.

Sorry, I don't give out a room without a reference. Get out.

These loafers, they just walk up to this thinking it's a cheap hoteI.

It's a very proper guesthouse.

Wasting my time. Here I was painting my nails.

I do have a reference!

What did you say?

I do have a reference, if you don't mind.

Who?

- You. - Me?

Look, Lilianji, no matter what someone says about me...

...praises or condemns me...

...ultimately it's you who has to decide.

My reference is your heart, your judgment. Will that do?

Do you do any work or just talk incessantly?

As far as work is concerned, it is mostly music for me.

Your piano isn't tuned.

How many keys does a piano have?

Eighty-eight.

- How many strings on a violin? - Four.

Add one from the heart, and it's five.

What deposit will you pay?

- I'll be the deposit. - And rent?

UntiI I afford the rent, I'll do all the chores you want me to.

Besides music, do you do any other work?

Sure, I do. I dream, I write. I spread joy when there's sorrow.

And if the need arises, I do manuaI labor too.

Sometimes, I can even get by with bread and water.

By the way, C sharp has a problem, if you let me-

Just absolutely spoiI my temper.

And the room?

If I give you the room, I will also end up eating only bread like you!

Sticking to me like a leech.

Can I ask you a question?

What?

When was the last time you smiled?

What do you mean?

When did you last call someone your own?

The last time you loved someone?

The last time you hugged someone?

I hugged him.

Vincent, my son.

I begged him not to join the army...

...but he went anyway.

Thirty-seven years he's been away.

You've been alone for 37 years...

...never smiled, spoken with love, or even hugged anyone.

Even if you don't give me a room, there's something I want to give you.

What do you want to give me?

I just want to hug you, Lilipop.

You rascaI. He used to call me Lilipop too.

Do you want to hug me?

You need to be hugged, Lilipop.

That night, Lilian found a son...

...the off-key piano finally found the right key...

...and women like us, we found a true friend.

We could call him our own...

...but for him, there was no one.

If there was anything, it was simply destiny...

...that eventually favored him one night.

Hello.

Madam, it's not raining, why is your umbrella...?

Oh, you're crying?

Look here, madam, please don't cry.

I feeI terrible when someone cries.

You can leave your umbrella open if you like, no problem.

Raj, you're so stupid.

Sorry, madam, I-