Rahul: Happy birthday, dear.
Neelam: Hi guys.
This's the Neelam show.
We're going to play a game.
I'll tell you a word.
The first word you remember
as soon as I say it.
You tell it.
L. Angali: Papa, don't call
my Neelam a stupid, okay.
Rahul: Come on tell me quickly,
what's your game?
L. Angali: Okay papa, ready?
Start ... Go ... Sexy.
Rahul: Grandma.
L. Angali: Play it seriously, Papa!
Love
Rahul: Friendship.
L. Angali: Anjali.
Rahul: Sharma.
L. Angali: Sharma?
Who's this Anjali Sharma?
Rahul: Nobody.
L. Angali: Come on papa,
it's my birthday.
Rahul: Anjali Sharma was
my collegmate. She was my friend.
My best friend
L. Angali: But her name
is very good, Papa.
How did she look like?
Rahul: Anjali.
She was unlike other girls.
She was like ... we boys.
All girls used to apply make up.
And Anjali ... and Anjali
used to play basket ball.
And clothes. She used
to wear like my clothes.
Yes, truly.
My Anjali was very naughty.
Applying make up,
getting dressed
for occasion.
Appear beautiful.
She never knew all this.
Enough or do you want
to ask any thing else.
L. Angali: Papa, where is she?
Rahul: Don't know.
Mrs: Sharma: Oh!
I still can't believe,
Ist your engagement, Anjali.
Listen, Babaji has come to fix
your date of marriage.
How much more time will you
take to dress up?
Aman is getting restless.
Angali: Tell him to wait.
This bride will take her
own time to come.
Mrs. Sharma: Can I ask you something?
Are you happy?
Angali: What's this question?
Off course, I'm happy.
My engagement is over.
Aman is very good boy.
He loves me very much.
Mrs. Sharma: But, do you love him?
Angali: Ma, I've already had it.
I've already had it.
May be I can't fall
in love again.
Take it as a compromise.
Mrs: Sharma: Compromise?
I never expected my daughter will
compromise & not love him.
And the home which is on the
foundations of compromise.
Rather than on love.
That home will not be a home.
It'll be just a house.
Mr. Malhotra: This is old address.
Where can I get her new address?
L. Angali: Grandpa, can't you
do atleast this for me?
Mr. Malhotra: One minute.
She'll definitely know it.
Auntie: Forgive me, Principal.
But I had promised Anjali.
That, I'll never reveal
her address to any one.
L. Angali: I'm also Anjali.
Auntie: Principal,
her engagement is going on today.
And she'll get married
this week only.
Anjali's mother has faith
in a Babaji.
He's also going there today to
fix a date for the marriage.
You've come little late.
L. Angali: This marriage
will not take palce
My mother told to ...
(Phonecall …)
Auntie: Anjali's marriage
can't be fixed before December.
I had heard about
God's miracles.
Today, I've seen one ...
The child's prayers have
been answered.
Mrs. Sharma: Anjali,
a phone call for you.
Angali: Hallo?
Aman: Hallo. I love you …
I've a small problem.
Don't go away leaving me alone.
Angali: Aman, don't know
who's on the line?
Aman: Anyway you're going
to Shimla for a month
on a summer camp.
Aman you know, I go to attend a
summer camp every year.
To teach children
singing & dancing.
Now, those children have become
a part of my life.
Aman: Okay.
They've also become
a part of your life.
Only I'm remaining.
Why do I feel that
you don't love me?
Angali: Because, I don't love you.
Aman: And you don't want
to marry me?
Angali: Right, I don't want to.
Aman: If you create any problem this time.
I'll catch your hand & take you
to the marriage canopy. I‘ll force you!
L. Angali: Summer Camp?
Rahul: What? Summer Camp? No!
Rahul: Did you feel bad?
L. Angali: A bit.
Rahul: I'm sorry.
L. Angali: Okay.
Rahul: But this does not mean
that you're going to the summer camp. Okay.
Grandma: Anjali,
we'll go to the Summer camp.
But, your papa won't
come there.
L. Angali: He will. I tell him I feel ill.
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