Dehraadun Diary

"It's a moment adorned in couplet."

"Let's take a trip down the memory lane of diary."

"Dehradun."

"It's our city. Match its pace."

"There is mad rush for money."

"All the faces are familiar."

"After the hustle bustle of the day..."

"...the night brings peace."

"This is Dehradun."

"Dehradun."

"Dehradun."

"Dehradun."

"Dehradun."

"Dehradun."

"Dehradun."

"Dehradun."

Dehradun, city of valleys.

City of love.

Nobody care for profit and loss in love in this city.

Here, love is still innocent.

Here people don't love...

...it just happens.

I too fell in love.

With Anshul.

Anshul Sharma.

He was so cute that not just me...

...any girl would fall in love with him.

This Dehradun Diary is dedicated to him.

Whenever I sit to write about him...

...it feels as if it just happened yesterday. - I'm trying.

Listen, press the clutch.

Careful. Maintain balance.

Maintain balance.

Ma'am, ride carefully. - Second is here... - I'm trying.

Take left turn.

Mom, don't run into that woman.

Brake... - Be careful.

Sharma, get aside. I narrowly escaped.

Nilu, I don't you so many times to ride slowly.

One more time. - Enough.

This time, I won't survive.

Anyway, I've to go to station to...

...receive your younger son. - Yes.

He's right.

Akash is coming and I couldn't learn to ride the bike.

Sir, rickshaw. I'll take you to the city.

No. No problem. - Come on, sir. - My brother is coming.

I'll drop you to the city. - No problem.

Brother is going to come. Don't worry.

You fool. Today is Valentine Day. Where are you? Come fast.

Oh no.

You're passed out and this is Preeti's last year in college.

I know it's her last year.

But I've to go to receive Akash.

Come fast.

I can't come.

Akash will get very angry. He'll strangle me.

There will be problem at home. - Mom will be angry too.

It's your problem. Bye.

Sir, come on.

Let's go.

Oh no.

Hero. If you walk so slowly, Valentine Day will pass.

Next will be Brother and Sister's Day.

Then you can sing song of brothers and sisters.

How is it going? - Good.

Lullu, you've befriended Preeti 3 years ago.

But you're a coward.

It's fine. I'll tell her.

This is her last year. Go and get her.

Yes, it's her last year.

Come here. Will you go empty handed?

Empty handed?

I've this.

Hey, it's mine. It's for my girl friend.

Stop. - Excuse me. Sorry.

Wait. - Emergency.

Hi. - Hi.

You're a coward.

How could it be?

He didn't say anything to me.

Hurry up or it will be Brother and Sister's Day.

Okay. Now.

I love you.

Flower for me?

No, no, no. Not for you. - I'll see you on Sister's Day.

Okay.

Chritian Dior...

You know a lot about Ladies Perfume.

To how many have you gifted it? - No, I...

I didn't give gift to anyone.

By the way, these flowers...

They all for namesake.

Now see...

...we know each other for the past 3 years.

We're such good friends.

But I didn't give you any gift.

So?

Close friends...

...are really very closely bonded, you know.

So?

They just love each other.

You know. I just want to...

The way, I... the way...

I love you.

What the heck, man?

I love you.

Since when did you start proposing to walls?

Where did she go?

Flowers are mine. Whose is this card?

Hold this.

Anshul, I love you.

Preeti.

Yes.

This is for me.

Hey! People will deduct wrong meaning.

Akash. Come down. - Anshul Sharma.

Be quiet. Come down.

You're home? - Yes. - Come down, please.

Look...

Come down, please.

First tell me... - Quiet.

First tell me, why didn't you come to receive me?

I'll tell you. First come down. - What is it?

She gave it to me. Come downstairs. - Who?

I won't come.

Akash, please.

Mom. - Akash.

Be quiet. You fool, you don't understand.

Come down. I want to talk about Preeti.

I'm coming. Don't cry. - Listen.

Not from front door. Come from back door.

It's the same.

Stupid fool.

"The glow of star seems to dwindle..."

"...a message is going to come..."

"...from the city..."

Akash, it's not city, but dawn.

Bro...

Yes. - Seriously...

What the hell is this?

How did you get this card written in 1930?

She has written it properly. Give me the card.

You're reading it all wrong. You won't understand.

This is classic way of love.

Ancient times.

You won't understand these couplets.

Are you very sure...

Stupid Akash.

If you use this word sure...

...I'll kill you.

I've to tell mom for sure. Mom. - Listen.

You're dead now.

Mom. Mom.

Open the door quickly. Mom.

Mom. - Coming.

Mom. - What happened?

What happened?

Anshul... - What happened to Anshul? - Mom, not Anshul...

You fool. - Ask him.

Nab him. Why didn't he come to pick me up. - Where were you?

Ask him. - I'll slap you.

Mom.

Don't hit me.

What are you doing?

Mom. - Where were you?

Mom...

I went to college.

Huh? College?

Dad, he didn't go to any college.

You... - He's in classical love. He told me.

What is classical love?

What is it? - Mom. Dad.

He's in love with a damsel.

Behave yourself. - What do you mean damsel?

A girl. Of course. - Forget that. Ask him about the girl.

Who is she?

Who?

Who?

Mother, is it okay if I bring her home tomorrow?

We'll think about it.

But... - Good night, Anshul.

Dad. Mom. - We'll think about it. Good night, Anshul.

We'll think about it.

I'll see you later.

Go now.

Good night. - The door...

They'll think about it?

Preeti, do you know how to cook kidney beans?

Kidney beans?

Sheela, our maid, cooks that.

She cooks it deliciously.

Okay.

Can you cook omelette?

Uncle Ramu makes it for breakfast everyday.

Do you know to make tea?

Kidney beans? Omelette? Tea?

Did your maid run away?

I'm asking because I've to take you to my parents tomorrow.

Parents? - Yes. - Yours? - Yes. - Really?