The Cloud Door (बादल द्वार)

What?

Purse your lips.

Even with turmeric on your face...

It is still possible for you to kiss Ratnasen.

With your lower lip.

- Wretched bird! - Kiss him.

The lower lip!

The yellow that is smeared on your nose and forehead...

will not touch his face.

You have no turmeric on your lips.

Listen: Her hair tangled and unparted.

Her necklace, bangles lay in broken bits.

Her dress fell open by itself.

The stitches in her blouse

were loosened.

Idiot bird!

This woman was expert at foreplay. Each part of her body

had its own scent.

An inexpert woman smells the same all over.

- I'll kill him! - No tangy aftertaste at the shoulder.

No sweet lips, no sour nipples, no salty, sweaty forehead.

- Help! - How vulgar you are!

The day he flies will spell his end.

He's only repeating what he's heard.

His wings are clipped.

You're a bird and I am human.

It's sinking.

Finders keepers.

She's lost her necklace.

A necklace is gone!

Is it broken?

Remember me.

Do you remember me?

Your love can no longer even say this much.

Remember that, Ratnasen!

- Who's that? - Here.

Me, the parrot astrologer.

Her wide eyes surround dark nights.

Alone, in this moment, your love longs for you.

Open the cage.

The dagger!

Again?

Name!

- What's my love's name? - A simple question, child.

Kurangi.

I will have you freed.

No need to buy me.

Birdcatcher sleeps. Just open the cage.

- I'll serve your interests. - My interests?

Oh, Rama! Don't you follow?

I know

a secret passage...

into Kurangi's...

palace.

- Follow me. - Your name?

Hiraman.