Naqab

Who's there?

- Who are you? - Where does this road lead to?

To the station. But... who are you?

I? You can take me to be a sad soul...

...who is running away from its grave.

Did you hear something?

- What? - The angels of Azaab.

But I didn't answer to any of their questions.

And neither shall I.

- Perhaps they've come. - Who's come?

This is wind. Only wind. Listen.

- They're coming. Run! - Hey! Listen... stop there!

Where are you running to? There a tree over there.

Look, if you want to come with me, come fast.

Or I'll miss my train to Alipur.

- Did you hear that? - Strange! This is the sound of a car.

Did you see it?

Hey!

Where did she vanish?

Long distance trip! Long distance trip!

No, Leave it.

Come this way... come this way.

Can you take me to Hayat Manzil?

Forgive me, sir, but I've been waiting...

...for a longer trip passenger for long.

Do this. Walk till that turn over there. Take a right from there.

Then ask someone to tell you where Hayat Manzil is.

Long distance trip! Long distance trip!

Can't any cart driver drop me there?

- No one will come there, sir. - Ok, brother, don't get angry.

Long distance trip! Long distance trip! Come this way...

Allahu! Allahu! Allahu! Allahu!

Allahu! Allahu! Allahu! Allahu!

Allahu! Allahu! Allahu! Allahu!

Allahu! Allahu! Allahu! Allahu!

- Give it, dear. - Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa!

Abdul Wahib, if you're not scared of me, that's ok.

At least fear Allah.

Look at me. The physician and doctor are...

...making me live with fruits and vitamins.

I am on the verge of dying.

And look at you.

You can't even come in quietly and stop yourself from falling.

Don't know when he will improve.

My dear, he is not going to improve.

Tell me, was there some tornado after you...

...that you had to come in running like that?

No, grandpa, I came to tell you...

That you've stopped writing poems? May Allah bless you!

Dear me! That mister has come.

Who has come, child?

I am spoiling my face, and he is...

Wretched!

Why are you singing Tilu at the time of Bhairvai?

Why don't you say who has come?

That photographer has come.

Bring him in, child. Bring him in.

Come in, Mr. Imran. Come in.

Grandpa, he is Mr. Ali Imran, photographer.

- Greetings. - Greetings.

Meet her, mister. She is Sukan alias madam Sakina. - Greetings.

- Please, sit down. - Thank you.

I am granted the good luck of being her father. - I see.

And I am bearing the punishment of being his grand father.

Grandpa, what do you mean by 'his'?

Tell him my full name. Prince Abdul Wahib Khan. Neran.

Neran is my professional name, sir.

Just rain falls on earth, he's fallen on poetry.

And since that day poetry has been assassinated.

Don't laugh like a stupid fellow, dear. Go and arrange for snacks.

Right away. Shall I say a fresh poem?

- Get us fresh snacks. - Right away.

Mister! Come here. Come here.

You are going to fall in a big trouble.

What? - You are to shoot for his non deserving poems.

Yes, I know. And I assure you that I will shoot very nice photos.

No! Never! That's what I want to explain you.

- You will shoot very bad photos. - Bad...

Yes, so that when his book is released...

...and the photos are printed, people smash him so hard...

...that he forgets to write poems again.

And my old age will pass peacefully.

I won't pay you lesser.

Yes? Yes?

Write new poems now, dear!

Allahu!

Allahu!

Allahu!

What's the matter?

- Who are you? - My name is Gauri; I am a maid here.

- Where did you come from? - From here. What's the matter?

I just now saw a girl passing from here...

- Must be some maid. - She had a strange gait, strange face...

The fog is thick. Faces often cheat in fog.

What are you doing here at present?

I came here to switch off the lights.

"O beloved, o sweetheart."

"O beloved, o sweetheart, come and lift my drape."

"O beloved, o sweetheart, come and lift my drape."

"This life is nothing except your wonders."

"O beloved, o sweetheart."

"There's fog on every step. There's secrecy everywhere."

"What do I do? Who will listen to my voice here?"

"You are also anonymous."

"You are also anonymous. With what name should I call you?"

"O beloved, o sweetheart, come and lift my drape."

"O beloved, o sweetheart."

"This pain is sweet, from body to soul."

"I am crazy about you. Let me see a glimpse of yours."

"This voice of my heart..."

"This voice of my heart... If you can hear that, come to me."

"O beloved, o sweetheart, come and lift my drape."

"O beloved, o sweetheart."

"I am waiting for you. My eyes are thirsty to see you."

"I wish I can see those lovely eyes now."

"It is my belief."

"It is my belief that God will send you here one day.

"O beloved, o sweetheart, come and lift my drape."

"This life is nothing except your wonders."

"O beloved, o sweetheart."

"O beloved, o sweetheart."

"O beloved, o sweetheart."

Who are you?

You? Tell me something; why are you after me?

- Am I after you? - Of course!

You suddenly met me on the road yesterday and...

When I reached here, I found you again on the hills.

I followed you till the assembly of the priests.

You vanished from there.

Last night I saw you outside my room in Hayat Manzil.

And now here! What else are you doing if not following me?

What is this mystery? Why don't you go back to your grave?

It's my wish. Who are you to order me?

I am not ordering; I am just requesting you.

I've got a good job after many days.

If you keep following me, it will be a big trouble.

Look, the angels of Azaab are angels.

No matter wherever you run, they'll catch you.

So it will be better for you to return to your grave.

- I won't go back. - So why are you after me?

I will keep following you. I like you very much, that's why.

Look, if you remember, what was your name?

- My name was Haya. - Haya...

My name is still Haya.

I don't know about tomorrow.

At least keep the dignity of your name.

Aren't you ashamed to follow a man?

If I felt shy, why would I follow you? Come with me.

- With you? Where? - In my grave!

Listen, mister! You've found out a smart way of expressing love.

But I don't like people who talk such nonsense.

If you don't want to get thrashed, go away from here.

She's really mad!

Strange...

Vanished again!

"Once upon a time..."

- Grandpa! - What is it?

Who is this manner less man who's come here?

Is everything ok? Whom are you talking about? - Oh, you're here as well.

- Greetings, sir. - It's him.

He... he is not manner less. He is unlucky.

He's come to shoot some good photos...

...for Abdul Wahib's bad poetry.

Shooting photos and behaving well are two different things, grandpa.

There are ways to behave with a girl.

But he's insisting that he saw me there, and then I vanished!

Then he saw me on the hill. And I disappeared from there.

You also vanished from the garden just now, Khatun.

My name is not Khatun.

You...

Imran, she is my grand daughter, Haya.

But I am telling you the truth, sir.

I saw her on the road to...

...Kothari Station the day before yesterday.

She suddenly came in front of me and said that...

...she's running away from her grave.

Did you hear that, grandpa? Send him away...

Wait, child, wait. Let him speak. Tell us, Imran.

And talking to me she suddenly disappeared.

After I completed my night journey and reached here...

...I saw her on the hill.

Last night she passed outside my room and...

Don't talk nonsense.

Hey! But...

Imran, sit down.

Tell me something.

The first time you met her... How did you meet her?

I mean how was the atmosphere?

There was fog; nothing was clearly visible.

She was wearing a Burkha.