Bol Bol Rani

'When one reads the headline about a murder, '

'only that single incident stands vividly before them;'

'but beneath its surface lie faint, unsettling traces that quietly disturb.'

'And as a journalist, those are the things that excite me the most.'

Even after taking so many blows, you still won’t open your mouth

have you gone numb, or do you actually like getting beaten…

Why’d you create such a huge mess?

An affair or something?

Only the ash knows what was burnt in the fire.

Everything has been arranged as you requested.

Hey Mr. Goggles! You need a lift?

-Srujanpur. -Come, get in.

Bye then!

Hello!

I feel like I've seen you somewhere...

I'm Aabhas.

Aabhas...?

It's Babu Vastre's son-in-law.

Babu did say...

No, no, don't worry. I'm not anyone's son-in-law. I'm...

Then who are you? A newspaperman?

You can say that...

-Three specials! -Don't forget the cream, okay?

I told you beforehand… he’s a big-shot journalist.

And these reporters hear a thing and publish another!

Yes. Reporters are the worst.

Dangerous. They publish all kinds of news.

I just read something about Srujanpur in a newspaper. Who was it? Uh...

Maya.

I think I need to poop. I'll be right back. You sit here.

-You're leaving me alone here? -Just stay.

Oh, it's time to feed the cows. I've to go. Bye!

Come tonight and meet Ravdya.

-Ravdya who? -Just this guy who hangs out here at night.

That drunkard knows everything about everything.

Do you know Maya?

No, now. Absolutely not.

I have heard 'No'...

What's this 'absolutely not?'

Sir, that's Ravdya.

May I join you?

Go ahead!

You're our esteemed guest!

-Sit! -You're sure?

Of course!

From Mumbai?

Yes.

Bring anything?

Imported booze?

Sorry, if I offended you.

No, I forgot.

But next time I won't forget.

Hey, Pandu!

Bring some spicy mutton for Sir.

I don't eat meat.

I'll have what he's having.

Oh, this is just local brew...

You must be used to strange shaped bottles.

Damned if you know whether it's booze or a showpiece!

The point is to get high, right?

That's true!

You owe me for a week!

That boy is such a brat.

What's your name?

Radherao Thorat.

Aabhas.

No, that's really my name!

My old woman named me just before she died.

No, no. My name is Aabhas.

Oh! Your name means illusion, so I thought...

Radhe Sir,

I'll pay off all your debts.

On one condition...

Tell me a story.

A story that will give me goosebumps!

I tell a lot of stories...

Being a man of experience.

I just want to listen to one story.

Maya's story.

Fury...

Fighter...

A real man...

How she would dance!

We wouldn't need this to get high.

She'd change the whole mood with just the bells on her feet.

Just like her mother.

An exact photocopy.

No difference.

After a few years...

...he picked her up.

Who?

Quiet.

Absolutely quiet.

Forgive me...

You're so late...

How late?

Two whole hours...

It's the fourth day of your period.

From tomorrow, it'll be much sooner.

You're so attentive to me.

Come.

Come here!

Come...

What happened?

Whatever has happened?

When will the blacksmith come?

You're here!

What happened?

Why the crumpled face?

It's nothing.

All the flowers are still left.

Not a single customer came today.

So your face has dried up just like your flowers?

It's alright.

Today is like this.

You'll do business tomorrow.

Yeah right.

You say this just to make me feel better.

Tai... I don't care about tomorrow.

But today's flowers have dried up.

Even dried flowers have their own beauty, Gandha.

What's this?

What you gave me when I first came here.

Remember?

Really?

That must be a 4-5 years ago!

See how your face bloomed, seeing the flower?

Tai!

That means...

It's been five years, since you came here?

How... How long will this go on?

"Your palace is so alluring..."

"It strums the seven notes and intoxicates my body"

"It paints such strokes..."

"The mind is impatient, empty"

"I'm tired of trying to please"

"How do I recover now?"

"I'm tired of enduring"

"The tender rain falls again"

"The tender rain falls again in the monsoons"

"Like the last octave entangled in itself"

"Oh my lover..."

"Oh my lover..."

"I'm lost in your palace again"

"Oh my lover..."

"Here I am, all decked up in your palace again"

Tai! When will you come outside?

Very soon.

Then it'll be you and I.

We'll go to that Srujaneshwar temple together.

Is it?

How long will that last?

One day, you'll get married and go away.

No way! I'm not getting married!

I can see what marriage has done to you.

Instead of food, you get served abuses and beatings.

Everyone says that.

Once you are married, even your husband's abuses taste sweet.

That's great.

Kiss the feet of the one who kicks you.

The whole village knows...

He drinks everyday and then beats you.

What does the village care?

He drinks.

And beats me.

What is it to them?

He's my master.

He has all the right to abuse me or beat me.

If I was in your place...

I would have twisted his beating hands... like this... and broken them.

His abusive tongue... I would... tear it to pieces.

You've spoken a lot, Gandha.

Go home now.

Why? Why should I go home?

He'll be coming now.

So? So what? Is he going to gobble me up?

A drunk man isn't human anymore.

He loses control in front of me. How will he have any in front of you?

Oh is it? Let's see how he's loses control.

-I won't go. -Hey!

Listen to me. Just go.

-No... - 'Maya?'

-Go! -'Hey Maya!'

-Master? -Maya, I'm hungry.

Maya... I'm hungry...

Master...

Tell me, Mistress!

I had asked you for something...

Huh?

What do you want?

Should I bring the moon down from the sky?

Call the blacksmith.

See how beautiful you look now.

-What are you doing? -Healing it.

What's funny?

I don't cry anymore.

Maya! Hey Maya!

Maya, I'm hungry...

I'm hungry. Give me food.

You drank again?