This is a very old love story
of a woman, whose name was Lachchi.
But, Granny, Lachchi wished for
a Prince Charming from this very village, didn't she?
Or someone who could live with her family.
A tall, dark, and handsome man.
What made you settle for someone from miles away?
Actually, Bhanwar Seth of Navalgarh asked for her hand in marriage
for his son, Kishanlal.
She was bound to change her mind.
And so, she did.
Enough of the jokes.
Lachchi, my child!
Your granny offered me this necklace at the time of my wedding.
Oh, my! It's so beautiful!
We are both very proud to deck you up in these adornments.
And this drape as well.
Don't lift the veil on your own. It will be him who lifts it.
What if he forgets to lift the veil and goes to sleep?
Who? Your Kishan?
Silly girl!
No man sleeps on his wedding night,
and he doesn't let his partner sleep either.
When the moon sets at midnight With no one around
Just don't relent, remain steadfast
When the moon sets at midnight With no one around
Just don't relent, remain steadfast
-What if he pleads? -Don't concede
-What if he begs? -Don't yield
-If he goes for an aye -Go for a nay
-If he goes for a nay -Go for an aye
What if he puts me under An oath to his life?
When the moon sets at midnight With no one around
Just don't relent, remain steadfast
Don't accede to his pleadings
Don't give in, even if he begs
Don't puzzle me
It's after many years that
The night to stay awake has arrived
Always had this dream And after a long wait
The night to turn it into A reality has arrived
Don't be envious of The nuptials of others
Better get married yourself
Stop speculating and jump in the fray
When the moon sets at midnight With no one around
Just don't relent, remain steadfast
Don't accede to his pleadings
Don't give in, even if he begs
Granny.
Fruits, flowers, rose water.
Rose water...
Fruits, flowers, rose water.
Fruits, flowers, rose...
Give it. Give it to me.
Give it to me. It might fall.
I'll keep it.
Fruits, flowers, rose water.
It's burning hot. Do you want to continue traveling?
If we halt now, we won't reach home till late at night.
And if we continue, we may never reach home alive.
Keep quiet, Kanwar!
Might as well eat something, Bhanwar. Take some rest.
Yes, Aunt's right.
-Let's proceed after lunch, Brother. -Yes.
You always talk about spending money, Kanwarlal.
Banwari!
Yes, stop it! Stop! Stop the carts!
We'll stop at this rest stop.
Grandpa says 128 ghosts reside here! He is saying not to stop here.
Hand him a hookah and all the ghosts will vanish.
Come on, quickly. Keep everything over there.
Come on, hurry up. What are you doing there?
Was it necessary to halt here?
We'll have some snacks and leave, brother.
Banwari, in the meantime, fill my hookah.
Go on, Lachchi. Freshen up.
Let's go, Kamli.
Is he still counting his losses?
Shut up.
Ratan! Come here.
Massage my back.
-What are you looking at? -You are completely okay.
Rakma fooled me by saying that you are squint-eyed.
Ratan!
Naughty boy.
As if this crow was waiting for us. Come, let's go and clean it.
Seems he has gone crazy too.
So beautiful!
Hush. It might fly away.
Kamli!
You stay and admire it. I'm going.
Massage the other shoulder too.
-Fruits, flowers, rose-- -What are you doing, brother?
Oh, I lost count.
Fruits, flowers, rose water.
-Sweets! -I've already added that.
-What happened? Why are you running? -Where were you?
I was... But what happened?
Lachchi!
Pass me the buttermilk.
Come on, child, eat quickly.
Oh. no! She's going away.
Will be out of sight forever.
Who? Are you talking about the marriage party?
It was supposed to go.
No, dear, he means the bride, not the marriage party.
I see.
Was she a moon during the day
or the sun spreading its light in the night?
I've seen many beautiful faces.
But she was exceptional! Her beauty was unparalleled.
But she's going away.
What will I do if she goes away?
How will I be able to live without her?
I've seen ghosts possessing human beings.
How is it that a human has possessed a ghost?
Despite being a ghost, he is talking nonsense, like humans do.
Take care of him, dear.
This is going to change all the equations of nature.
Neither the sun nor the moon will rise.
The rivers and the seas will dry up.
Look, he has turned into a poet as well.
I won't be able to live without her.
I won't be able to live.
He has lost his mind.
Look! So many berries!
Yes.
Look! There are so many of them!
Kamli.
-Come, quick. -Quick.
They look so delicious.
Sister-in-law will have these.
Ratan, let's go now. Quick.
Ratan, let's go back. Quick.
Sister-in-law, have these. They are very sweet.
-Brother Kishan. -Yes?
Here, have some.
No, thanks. Better only you eat.
And listen, Anusuya. Don't do this again.
It's good that Father didn't see you.
Had he done so, he'd have been very upset with you.
Eating berries!
Illiterates.
Bless you, son.
I wish you an everlasting wedded life.
Bless you, Brother-in-law.
I wish eternal bliss to the lovely couple.
Come.
Enough now.
Rose water...
flowers and fruits are also done.
Turban...
If we multiply two by 60, or even by 75...
it still doesn't reconcile.
Rose water is in here, even the turban...
flowers, fruits.
Rose water...
-It's so humid tonight, isn't it? -What?
Yes.
-Should I open the window? -What?
Yes.
Won't you take off my veil?
Why are you staring at me like this?
Coconut.
What?
I forgot to add the money paid for buying coconuts.
Listen.
You were busy with the accounts on our way, and the same here?
Is this the time for accounting?
Business and accounts are the foremost duties of a trader.
The wedding accounts weren't tallying.
My father can never tolerate such blunders.
Coconut, fruits...
Are you tallying the accounts out of your fear for father?
Enough of it now.
Do the rest in the morning.
No way.
I am leaving town, tomorrow morning.
Leaving?
-What for? -For business, what else?
I'll leave early in the morning.
Tomorrow?
You know, it is one of the most auspicious days tomorrow...
which arrives only once in seven years.
The business will flourish.
But I'd heard that this mansion is filled with loads of wealth.
Without a doubt.
Diamonds, pearls, precious jewels, and what not.
But it feels good
only when the wealth multiplies with each passing day.
My father says...
only wealth matters.
Moreover... it's just a matter of five years.
They will pass away in a snap...
In a snap...
They will just fly away.
I will accompany you too.
Will I do business over there or look after you?
These accounts...
Will you leave me behind, all alone?
Why alone? Everyone's there in the house.
There is no dearth of anything in this house.
I mean, eat the best of delicacies.
Wear exquisite clothes, serve and take care of Mother and Father.
And five years will pass in a snap...
Pass in a blink.
I'd rather be the one staying all alone in a new place.
Are you... crying?
Don't cry.
Come with me. Come here.
Listen.
Listen to me.
Time will just fly by.
And then, it will be this very mansion
and everything will be the same and we will be together again.
Go to sleep now.
Go to sleep.
I will take some time.
I have to submit the account books
to Father before leaving in the morning.
And the accounts are still pending.
Where are you going?
I'll sleep near the window after reconciling the accounts.
Mother was right.
Why ignite passion... for only one night?
Better go to sleep.
Sleep.
La...
Lachchi?
Is it late?
No one knows the pain of a solitary life better than I do.
Don't lose heart.
Come on, go and freshen up.
You have to bid Kishan goodbye before sunrise.
Okay?
Come.
The pleasure of business is the biggest pleasure of all.
Everything else is a big trap.
Even the Lord Himself is the greatest businessman.
He keeps count of every breath.
Be it the raindrops or the movement of the winds,
He maintains a perfect account of each
and every particle in this universe.
When there is no mistake in His accounts,
how can there be a mistake in the merchant Bhanwarlal's account books?
Kanwarlal, you're talking about calculations?
Banwari!
Distribute sweets in the village.
For the first time in his life, Kanwarlal has talked sense.
Where are you going?
To distribute sweets.
Is it necessary for Brother Kishan to go?
There is a reason for him to go.
But the best part is that your brother will definitely come back.
Come on.
Will I be required to go someday too?
No, I will never let you go.
Come now.
Alright.
Listen.
Bring back ten times what you are taking with you.
Yes, Father.
If only you had gone after a few days...
At least everyone knows he is going.
Your husband went away without informing anyone,
and hasn't returned ever since. God knows--
Enough!
The auspicious time is passing
and will only recur in seven years.
I've seen all of them in my lifetime.
Bless you with a long life, son.
Always be happy.
Can't see your sister-in-law around.
Mangilal!
Listen.
He's still an amateur in business.
Always stay with Kishan.
Don't ever leave him alone.
Don't worry, Master.
Keep writing to us, Kishan.
Don't cry, Lachchi.
Don't cry.
He's the same fellow, right?
Lachchi's better-half.
Yes, the husband of that pretty one.
Yes, seems like it's him. But how come he's here?
He has already left home
while the fragrance of his bride's henna is still fresh.
Let me see what's going on.
Hello.
This is a killer heat wave, isn't it?
Yes, but where did you come from? I didn't see you coming.
Arrivals and departures are not in a human's hands, Brother.
Such a nice pond.
Whoever had it made performed a very virtuous deed.
My grandfather had it made.
Pardon me, sir. My humblest regards, sir.
You seem to be new to this area
or else you'd definitely have known of his glorious lineage.
The glory of Mr. Bhanwarlal of Navalgarh is known all over.
I feel blessed to have met you in person, sir.
-Sir. -Yes?
May I ask you a question?
You still have the glow of your wedding turmeric.
What makes you leave home so soon?
Doesn't matter if you don't want to disclose.
No, no.
The turmeric tan can wait to fade away.
But Father says that auspicious moments are hard to come by.
I am going away on business for five years.
Leaving your bride behind all alone?
Sir, if we waste time talking to strangers
it will result in us suffering heatstroke.
We still have a long distance to cover. Let's go.
Very true.
Fool! Not even the treasures of heaven
can buy back a passing moment.
You still have time to go back to your bride.
When overflowing youth has failed to stop him
will he listen to you, dear?
Idiot! Is wealth meant for man or vice-versa?
Poor bride.
She has to abide by her husband's wishes.
Yes, the son abides by his father's wishes
and the father by the wishes of wealth.
This is great.
Let him go.
Let him earn as much as he wants.
I will take his guise to enter the mansion.
Then there will be no one to question me for the next five years.
My love is genuine.
I want to test the authenticity of my love.
I want to live this dream.
Oh, God! This is incomprehensible!
Stop him, dear!
My dear, the storm of love can be stopped by none.
Idiot, at least wear the turban.
That's better.
Let's go.
Phutarmal...
What is this I see?
Sir?
He seems like our Kishan.
Yes, sir. He does look like our Kishan.
But what makes him come back midway?
Phutarmal, a man becomes useless after marriage.
All hopes of increased earnings have gone kaput.
One can either do business or cozy up to his wife.
Father. Father.
Listen to me.
What the heck do you have to say?
If you didn't wish to go just for the sake of your wife
why did you waste these three days, you worthless boy?
No, Father. I came back to ask you something.
If you don't wish to hear it, I will return without entering the house.
Tell me. What did you want to ask?
I happened to meet a sage on my way.
Kishanlal, there isn't any dearth of sages in this country.
You haven't come back after losing money
to some deceitful disguised sage, have you?
No, no. Father...
listen to the whole story.
He'd been in deep meditation for ages.
I presumed his whole body was covered with termites.
I removed those termites very gently and carefully.
Then I drew water from the pond, gave him a nice bath,
fed him to his heart's content, and served him as best as I could.
-Bless you. -That's what he said.
-What? -Bless you.
And he granted me a boon.
The sage granted me a boon that every morning...
Hold it. Hold it.
Phutarmal, you may leave now.
He will go on and on with his narration. You may leave.
Yes, sir.
Boon!
Are you crazy?
One should be selective about one's audience.
Tell me, what boon did he grant you?
Father, he granted me a boon that every morning,
the moment I get out of bed...
I will get five gold coins.
But I will abide by your orders.
Listen.
Stay here and help your father.
Now go and get some rest.
As you say, Father.
And listen.
Tell no one about the boon.
No way.
And listen...
Go to bed early.
You have to wake up early, right?
And I forgot something, son.
What now, Father?
Bless you, son.
Shall I go?
Stop!
Brother Kishan has returned.
What? Mother, Brother Kishan has returned.
-Come, let's tell everyone. -Come on.
So soon?
Come on. Let's go tell Rakma.
What's the matter, Kishan? You returned midway?
Is everything alright?
Mother, Brother Kishan has returned.
-Brother Kishan has come back. -Greetings, sir.
He must've been missing Lachchi.
Of course! You think he came because he was missing you?
Sister-in-law, where are you? Brother Kishan has come back.
What are you saying? How can he be back so early?
He is indeed.
Kishan, you've come back?
How come so soon?
My dear son.
-Brother-in-law. -Kishan.
Draw a few buckets of water from the well.
Son, take a bath. We'll cook something for you in the meantime.
-Come on. -Come on.
Should I request you to lift the veil today as well?
You're looking at me as if for the first time.
Yes, you were too engrossed in accounting to even look at me.
This...
This face, this beauty...
I hope it's not an illusion.
There can be no one more beautiful than you,
and more fortunate than me, in the whole world.
So you have calculated the fortunes of the whole world?
I am telling the truth.
Then why did you go, breaking my heart?
I cried so much... You would have drowned in my tears.
I drowned.
But I pulled you back.
I knew that you would turn around midway.
This starry night would not have allowed you to proceed.
Why did you go?
Where did I go?
I was very much near you.
Having seen you...
I was never apart from you, even for a moment.
And neither do I ever want to be apart.
Can one see anything else, having seen the depth of your eyes?
Can one go anywhere after being mesmerized by your lips?
My wish has been granted.
Who knows whether it has been granted or not?
Get to know the facts first.
I may be someone else.
An imposter...
in the guise of your husband.
The same frame, the same form.
The same mustache and the same voice.
But it is this flowery language
that I am hearing for the first time.
To tell you the truth,
instead of a husband engrossed in accounts and figures,
I would prefer an imposter spouse like you.
I would adore him much more.
No, Lachchi.
I'm not your husband.
You spotted an unusual bird near the pond, right?
And the squirrel that stopped you on your way.
All that was me.
I'm an illusionist.
A spirit.
I can assume any form as and when I wish.
I am in love with you.
And that made me take on your husband's guise to meet you.
But for my own revelation...
nobody would ever know the reality of my form.
Father is only concerned with getting his five gold coins each day.
But if I had not told you the truth, Lachchi...
it would have been impossible for me to even breathe.
I would have felt suffocated.
My love is true, Lachchi.
My feelings are true.
When you felt someone's presence near the pond...
and your lips started to tremble just like this,
I lost myself. I was totally transformed.
I felt a deep longing...
to spend every moment with you... to dissolve into you.
A longing to become one with your breath.
You fool, why did you need to tell her all of this?
She would have unhesitatingly made love to you
mistaking you for her real husband.
Just see the irony, dear.
The man who took the vows of being her spouse for seven lives
left her in less than seven hours.
And look at him.
Despite being a ghost, he couldn't lie to her.
Love has made him crazy, my dear.
What's the need to tell the truth?
Deception and betrayal are second nature to men.
Even the divine beings have sinned.
But no woman would have ever faced such a dilemma.
Life is difficult without you now.
And... death is impossible.
But if this is against your wishes...
I will go back, this very moment.
How can I live a dream?
I am a ghost, after all.
Just let me know...
your wish, Lachchi.
Don't cry, Lachchi.
Don't cry.
No one has ever asked me my wish.
Do you know how difficult it is...
to answer the question you've asked?
You, a stranger, are asking me to be yours, of my own free will.
No, Lachchi.
I don't want to hurt you.
Instead of putting you through any pain,
I would... prefer to go away.
I couldn't stop the one who went away.
How can I stop the one who wants to come?
Wake up.
Get up. Get up.
It's dawn.
So?
Everybody must be waiting for you. What will they say?
When nature couldn't inhibit us last night...
how will mere words embarrass us now?
-Go away. -Go away?
Who gets to hear such sweet words?
What are you doing?
You told me that you're a ghost.
Top to bottom.
You can't be a ghost.
Ghosts aren't ticklish.
Really?
What more do you know about ghosts?
They don't feel ticklish. They don't have shadows.
Their feet...
-Let me see your feet. -Hey!
Do you know that the love of a spirit pours along with the rain?
It glows with the stars...
and rises time and again in the form of the sun and the moon.
It spreads its light across the skies.
Are you tipsy early in the morning?
No, Brother.
But if Kishan returned midway, why didn't he bring Mangilal along?
Who will take care of the new business in Jamnagar? You?
Brother, I heard Phutarmal talking about some boon--
You never hear anything useful, Kanwarlal.
But you certainly hear all the bubbling gossip.
Hey, Banwari.
Brother, there were some noises last night.
No, I didn't hear.
So, is it finally dawn for you?
Yes, Father.
-What? -Weren't you...
Instead of smoking pot, give some thought to work as well.
-I was thinking-- -Don't think.
Do it. Kanwarlal, do it.
Banwari!
Weren't you supposed to give me something?
-What, Father? -Are you in your senses?
Forgotten about the sage's words?
Oh, yes.
-About that boon? -Lower your voice.
About that boon?
Father, I put those coins away ages ago.
-Put them away? -Yes.
Where?
You were fast asleep when I came downstairs in the morning.
You could have woken me up.
But where did you keep them?
In your vest pocket.
-There's nothing here. -In the inside pocket.
Bless you with a long life, my son.
Okay.
Hello, Uncle.
Listen, Kishan.
There were some loud noises on the terrace last night.
Because of the heavy rain.
Rain? Here?
Have you also started smoking pot?
No, Uncle. Not at all.
Rain?
Heavy showers?
Banwari!
Lachchi.
To my dear wife...
No.
Kishan's humblest greetings to respected Father.
That is good.
Here.
Come.
Is this the time to scare me?
What do I do?
Because, usually, people would be frightened,
but you run right into a ghost's embrace.
Go away.
Go away?
Mother must be waiting downstairs.
Trying to scare me by mentioning Mother?
As if you ever get scared.
I do get scared, Lachchi.
I'm scared of the moment when the one you married...
will return and snatch my Lachchi from me.
Let tomorrow remain a mystery in today's pursuits.
Lachchi!
Coming, Mother.
Easy. Easy. I'll fall.
-Sit down. -Yes.
Brother, it's constantly tearing.
So what? I'll fix it in a snap.
Where's the glue? Ghanshyam, give me the glue.
Give that to me and I'll fix it.
Come on, you also apply some.
Greetings.
Who is it?
Is this Mr. Bhanwarlal's mansion?
Yes. What brings you here?
-Brother, this letter-- -What do you want?
Mr. Kishan?
How come you're here, Mr. Kishan? When did you get here?
-Hello. -Hello.
-Didn't you recognize me? -Well?
-I'm Bhoja. -Bhoj...
From Jamnagar.
You gave me this letter to deliver at your place.
-On the third day of the lunar month. -Yes.
-But if you-- -Come to that corner. There.
When you had to come here...
Well, you were standing with your back to the sun.
That's why I couldn't recognize you.
-Bhoji. -Bhoja.
I mean Bhoja.
Hello, sir.
But if you were planning to come here,
what was the need to send the letter?
Interrogate me later. First, tell me, what took you so long?
So long?
It obviously takes this much time to get here on foot.
I see.
You must have arrived on some carriage for sure.
Give me this letter and proceed with your work.
I've got a lot of work to do, and so do you.
-Bhoja. -Yes, sir.
Go.
Should I leave?
Of course! What are you waiting for? Go!
So strange!
He didn't even offer any refreshments or food to a guest.
Mr. Kishan, when are you coming back?
What are you tearing?
-Nothing. -Hey!
Just now, there was a letter in your hand.
Banwari, it seems you are making it too strong these days.
You've come back?
I was waiting for you.
Did Father give you a letter for me?
Bhoja, why are you staring at me?
Don't you recognize me?
What are you doing?
Sir, first, tell me, how did you get here so fast?
By flying?
Flying? Me?
-From where? -Your village.
From Navalgarh?
-My village? -Yes.
No.
I haven't stepped out of here in the last six months.
Sir... sir...
I met you in Navalgarh on the 14th day of the lunar month
at your mansion.
Okay. Okay. Bhoja, enough of the jokes.
Tell me. Did Father give you anything else along with the letter?
Sir, I think it's you who are joking with me.
-I'm joking? -Yes.
Oh! I see!
Look at him. Such a drunkard!
-I'm a drunkard? -Yes, drunkard.
Hold the stick.
I handed his letter to him, in his own village, and now he is insulting me.
It is rightly said, "Do good and forget about it."
He must've never reached Navalgarh.
He must've dropped down drunk on the way
and lost my letter.
I put your letter into your very hands. Did I or did I not?
-In my hands? -Did I not hand you the letter?
-Let go of my hand. -I just fail to understand
this obsession with dispatching a letter to yourself
and receiving it at the other end.
No, Brother. What obsession?
Brothers, there are none so blind
as those who will not see.
-Am I blind? Are you calling me blind? -No, no.
Fifteen days to go there. 15 days to return.
My throat had run dry, and you are saying such things?
You didn't even offer me water.
How could I offer him water? Was I here or was I there?
This is what I want to ask. Were you here or were you there?
If you are here, then who was that?
And if you were there, then who are you?
Who am I? He's asking me who I am.
Just see, brothers. Everyone knows I am Kishanlal.
-You are Kishanlal? -Yes.
-Then he is Kishanlal too. -Yes.
I'm Kishanlal. He's also Kishanlal and even he's Kishanlal.
Every one of us is Kishanlal. Happy?
Every one of us is Kishanlal?
Yes, I have to go.
Brother is coming to take me along.
You're leaving me alone? Where? Why?
What, why?
The third lunar day of these monsoons will be the first after my wedding.
And it is a tradition to celebrate it at one's maternal home.
No, I don't believe in such meaningless traditions.
And you never asked me.
But Mother has given her consent.
How can Mother do that?
Let her say anything.
-Why did you not ask me-- -Lachchi!
-Coming, Mother. -Mother is calling again.
-Will you leave me here alone? -Lachchi!
Coming, Mother!
Say it. You will never leave me alone.
I won't go. I'll never go. I won't go anywhere.
What happened?
-Who are you talking to? -It's nothing, I...
Sir...
we have to visit Purab Singh early in the morning.
The velvet and silk has arrived from across the border.
Better get some sleep.
Uncle Jeevraj,
it has been eight months since the new bride arrived in this house,
and you never visited even once.
-Hello, Kishan. -Hello, Uncle Jeevraj.
Haven't seen you for a while. Hope everything is fine.
What to I say? Forget about me.
I have brought such beautiful bangles for the new bride
that you won't stop looking at them.
How do I look?
Just like a doll decked up with bangles.
Buy some bangles for Lachchi too.
No way. These ordinary bangles won't suit her.
One would need
the seven colors of the rainbow to make bangles for her.
Come.
Sister-in-law, special bangles are being made for you.
-Give them to me. -These are for me.
-The ones made from lac, not glass. -How many will you take?
You too, take some. Who is stopping you?
I want four colors.
Come, sister-in-law.
Take as many bangles as you like.
Mine are beautiful.
-Listen to the tinkling. -Yes.
Give me those.
The bangles made from The colors of the rainbow
Their tinkling echoes All over the house
When the bangles tinkle And the wrist lets jingle
They should wake the beloved up
The bangles
When the bangles tinkle And the wristlets jingle
They should wake the beloved up
The bangles
The wristlets don't tinkle unwillingly
They don't chime without a plea
The bangles hum a tune
The wristlets don't tinkle unwillingly
They don't chime without a plea
They pacify those who are upset
None of these shades please me
I don't like anything that You have chosen
Bangles made of glass are breakable
And those made from lac wither away
I would need bangles made from iris
The iridescent bangles
Let me tie one end While you take care of the other
And we will tie a swing of Seven shades to color the skies
The bangles
The wristlets don't tinkle unwillingly
They don't chime without a plea
The bangles hum a tune
To pacify those who are upset
My beloved
The dark night of separation Doesn't end
All the colors of life are lost In this shade of separation
My beloved
Only when I get to see my beloved
Would I deck up in ivory bangles
All the colors of life are lost In this shade of separation
My beloved
The hurricanes swirl around like Bees over the vast desert expanse
Fill your arms with them
I will get you jewelry made Of flowers, if you so wish
Let the fragrance spread From your embellishments
Those flowers would Feel like thorns to me
Let us weave a garland of pearls Made of the teardrops
Color the pearls with The color of the sun rays
The bangles
The wristlets don't tinkle unwillingly
They don't chime without a plea
We bow to all that's auspicious and to the goddess of light, Gauri
We bow to all that's auspicious...
If you've come to ask for something, forget about it.
Master is in a horrible mood today.
...goddess of light, Gauri
Good morning, sir.
Our Ram and Lakhan have grown up.
Ram and Lakhan?
-Whose kids are they? -Our camels, sir.
They have grown up.
So, what should I do?
Sir, your permission is required
for their participation in this year's race.
Idiot, trying to showcase your wit first thing in the morning?
Kishan suggested it, sir. Pardon me.
But the younger master said that--
Younger master?
He's still fast asleep, right?
Well, he's expected any moment.
What did he say?
He said that our Ram and Lakhan run faster than the wind.
They will win this year's race even if kids are riding on their backs.
Sunderlal also took up this responsibility based on the same idea...
and left home after losing the race.
He left his young wife and infant behind.
It's been seven years of life filled with...
the embarrassment of losing the race...
and the pain of separation from my younger brother.
-You dare mention the race again! -Good morning, Father.
Have you decided to abstain from attending the rituals?
Bless me.
Wants to race camels!
There is not a single camel in all the nearby villages
that can match up to our Ram and Lakhan.
Grant me an opportunity to get rid of the disgrace of the loss.
Father.
Only your blessings are needed now.
And yes.
Who knows? Perhaps, Uncle Sunder will come back
after hearing the news of our victory.
Done.
I never realized how two years just flew by.
Master will be mighty pleased
with the way you have made his investments flourish.
Father will...
Two years, Uncle Mangi!
Sometimes I feel my family has forgotten me.
No letters, no messages, nothing at all.
If the situation persists,
I might end up forgetting even the taste of my mother's food.
Uncle.
Yes?
Better make a trip to Navalgarh yourself.
Bring some news from there.
Are you crazy? I will be killed.
He will demand an explanation for neglecting my duties by leaving you alone.
You can go on the pretext of handing over
all this money to him, can't you?
Instead of looking out for pretexts
you should write to him and get his permission.
Then we can both go together.
-Right? -Yes.
Right away.
Respected Father.
Wait, Uncle.
Here. Keep it inside.
Look who's here.
Who is it?
I heard you're going to Shekhawati tomorrow.
Please deliver this letter to Navalgarh, to my home.
It's an important letter.
Make no mistake this time around.
-We've put a sack of wheat inside. -For you.
Also, bring back a quick reply from Master.
Here, take it.
I'm sure you won't offer me water this time either.
-But how will I-- -Please leave.
-I got it. -Let's go, sir. Let's go.
What are you doing?
Hey.
What are you doing?
Neither will you go to Navalgarh nor will you deliver any letter.
Why?
He called you a drunkard in front of the whole community.
I don't want to earn bread by compromising our dignity.
I wanted to ask you one more question, Father.
Sure.
With your kind permission, I was thinking of constructing a well
with a travelers' inn adjacent to it, for the benefit of the village folk.
Oh, no! You speak of spending money early in the morning, Kishan?
Seems the imprudence of the whole world
has been ordained to my Kishanlal.
To date we are required to work hard
to collect dues from the villagers,
and this guy here seems to have totally lost his mind.
But you said that my return has proved to be auspicious.
The price of silver has risen sharply.
And the business is prospering too, right?
So?
Here's the thing, Father.
The blessings of deprived souls
multiply a hundred times.
Phutarmal, how many hands does the Lord have?
Maybe 100.
When those 100 hands of the Lord
can't do any good to the deprived ones,
what difference are your two hands going to make?
Easy, Father. Easy.
Here.
You're very naughty.
You should be fondly remembered even after the passage of a century.
That's why I'm insisting on constructing a well, Father.
Moreover, you did promise that sage...
that from the five coins that you receive every day--
He mentions those five coins a lot. What is it about?
Keep quiet, Kanwarlal.
I am really pleased to hear about your consent for the race.
When did I give my consent?
We will make both Ram and Lakhan participate in the race.
-One will have to win, anyhow. -Kids, applause.
All of you have ganged up against me.
Father, may I?
Go, son. You have to construct the well. Go.
But one will not find a single spot in the village
-where one can strike water. -Applause.
This is the second time that Kanwarlal has said something wise.
Get some sweets for him.
Uncle Kanwar.
Just trust me and say yes.
Yes.
That's more like it.
And Father, I am sure of striking water
at the spot I have identified.
Don't spend a single penny if he doesn't get water.
But we will certainly strike water,
and we will win the race for sure.
Uncle Kanwar has agreed. Right, Father?
It seems everyone has gone crazy.
Come along. Let's pray together for our wishes to be granted.
If only I had any wishes.
Hope and faith lead to fulfillment of vows.
I've seen it happen.
What's the need to ask God to compel someone to return
who has left of his own free will?
You should go. For you, it's just the beginning of life.
Salutations to Lord Ganesha, who's served by Bhuta Ganas.
Son of Goddess Parvati, I prostrate before you, at your Lotus Feet.
It's been two years of marriage.
Be merciful to my dear daughter-in-law.
And grant a suitable groom and nice in-laws
to this crazy daughter of mine, Rakma.
May you be blessed with a long and healthy life.
Make their dreams come true.
The last camel race brought a storm along with it.
Clear the air this time around.
Safeguard the prestige of my family.
Look there, Kanwarlal is coming.
We have to win.
Is he here as a mere spectator or is he competing?
Well, is a trader's camel meant to compete?
Don't worry. We'll handle it.
Behold from afar.
Let him look at it to his heart's content.
We are going to claim it as a prize anyway.
The poor boy won't get a chance to see it for another year.
Take a good look at it, son.
Hey, where is your uncle?
Brother. Brother, look there.
Do as I told you. I will handle the rest.
-You must've taken care of everything. -Everything is ready, Master.
Kanwarlal is right.
We should let Banwari and Phutarmal ride the camels instead of them.
Banwari and Phutarmal?
Keep quiet. You're not aware of Hari Singh's guile.
Your father had fallen prey to the same deceit in the last race.
But this time we won't let that happen.
-You go. -Yes.
You too, move.
I will explain later.
Both of you have to ride the camels.
-No! -Fools!
It's a matter of the family's prestige.
-Good day. -Good day, Mr. Bhanwarlal.
Really glad to see you after so many years.
-Good day. -Listen.
Don't open up old wounds.
It's no small matter, brothers.
The master of a family whose camel left the race midway,
and whose son left his wife...
needs real courage to participate again at this event.
-Do you understand? -Right.
-Here, Rajju. -Yes.
Go and put this necklace around Arjun's neck before he wins.
And whisper this in his ear: that after being victorious,
he will get another magnificent reward.
A pearl necklace on the camel's neck.
Arjun isn't a camel. He is more like a son to me.
Arjun! We have to win.
Come on. Banwari, get ready.
We bow to all that's auspicious and to--
Phutarmal, be courageous!
What are you doing? Sit tight.
This time the crown will be ours. Come on!
Bless you, Arjun. Bravo, my child.
Why are you going the other way? Turn around.
Where are you going?
-Banwari! -Banwari!
Everyone, stop! I'm coming.
Did you see that?
What are you doing?
Phutarmal, buck up!
-Turn around. -Phutarmal, buck up!
Look where they've gone. Oh, God!
Faster.
Come on, fast!
Come on!
Well done! Move ahead.
Where are you going?
Turn around, Banwari.
Turn around.
-Banwari, turn around. -Banwari, come back.
Banwari!
Turn around. Otherwise, I'll make your life miserable.
Turn around. Turn around.
Master, send a racing camel.
Come on, Banwari. Buck up. Keep going.
Turn around. Turn around.
Banwari!
Where are our camels going?
What's happening to them?
Turn around.
Run! Run!
Great! Well done!
Run, faster!
-Great! -Banwari!
Run, faster!
Turn around. Look where they've gone.
There. The race is over there.
Phutarmal is running!
-Phutarmal! -Faster! Faster! Run!
Keep running. Get going.
Run! Run!
They fell down.
Look, they fell down.
What has happened to him?
Come on, let's go.
Get up! Get up! Darn it.
What happened?
-Sit there. -Come on, Banwari.
Sit there.
Look, we're winning!
We're winning! Faster! Faster!
What happened to them?
Well done! Go! Go!
Look what they are doing?
-What happened to them? -I will go check.
Get up, Arjun! Run, Arjun. Arjun, run.
Arjun, run!
Greetings.
Banwari!
We won!
We have the crown! We won!
The crown!
We won the prize!
Well done.
Your father has been rid of the stigma. We won!
How dare the Thakurs hit Kishan despite of all of you being there?
Sister, we were busy celebrating and they took advantage.
You quietly endured it then. What's the use of screaming now?
He isn't badly wounded.
I just don't get it. What is Kishan's fault?
Instead of congratulating me for the victory, she's upset with me.
Listen. Listen. Listen.
Instead of nursing my wounds, you are snubbing me?
At least tell me the reason for your silence.
I thought you would be happy with our victory at the race.
Okay, it was my mistake. Forgive me.
Do you want me to do sit-ups?
I won't spare those Thakurs.
Lachchi!
-Lachchi-- -What was the need to show your magic?
I had totally forgotten about that.
Please don't remind me that you are an illusionist.
Don't do any such thing which might remind me
of you not being a human.
What if somebody had found out?
You know, everyone was discussing
that there was some witchcraft during the race.
Lachchi, let people say anything they wish to.
They can never prove it.
And, see, the crown is back in the mansion.
What if we had to pay for it with our relationship?
Please don't do any such thing. You are under my oath.
Under an oath of my love.
No, Lachchi.
I won't do it.
I'll never do it.
This is the punishment for making me cry.
What are you doing?
And this is the punishment for loving me so much.
Lachchi!
I made a mistake by telling you.
Where are you lost, Master?
Lost in the memories of your wife?
Tomorrow, or the day after, send in some berries while passing by.
What?
Uncle Mangi likes them.
I'll get them right away.
Okay, here. Your account is settled.
Manager, I'm giving her the money.
Oh...
They are so nice, aren't they?
Please, give me a handful.
Berries?
Is this something worth eating?
Illiterates pluck and eat them.
Eat.
Lachchi? Lachchi?
Mother! Mother, look what's wrong with Lachchi!
-Aunt! -What's wrong?
-Look at her. -What happened?
Move aside, Kishan. Let us see.
Move aside. Move aside.
Sit. Sit, Lachchi.
What happened?
I felt dizzy all of a sudden and...
Why are you standing here, staring?
Go and ask your father
-to distribute sweets in the village. -What happened?
She is pregnant.
We'll have to protect her from the evil eye.
Rakma, you're going to become an aunt
-and I'll be a grandma now. -Really?
He has become a prey in the game of the nature.
Don't worry, my dear.
Celebrate instead.
His life is bearing fruit.
Even if he isn't there, his lineage will continue.
The lineage of their love,
the seed of Lachchi's love,
and the inheritance of a spirit's affection.
-The legacy of Lachchi's beauty-- -Enough, dear.
What will happen when the real husband comes back?
Just think of what Lachchi will have to go through,
and what will happen to the offspring?
Send news to her maternal home,
along with some sweets.
If he could, Brother-in-law would go flying to deliver the news.
Come inside.
-Let's go. -Come on, Lachchi.
Where have I reached walking beside you, Lachchi?
I wonder the same too.
Had I not been to the pond that day...
how would I have spent all these years?
How else?
Wearing silk and relishing the delicacies.
You would have learned accounts.
-Go away. -Go away?
I'm leading such a strange life.
Maybe I'll never really know what you are to me.
You know this relationship of ours--
Is unbreakable.
What are you doing?
I never imagined that you'd be the mother of my child.
Only a woman... makes a man complete.
You are saying this because you are a spirit.
Had you been a human being, you'd never have said anything like this.
Sit for a while.
Should I... ask for something more?
From me?
Give me a daughter, if possible.
I also want a daughter.
As if a son would guarantee us a place in heaven.
A daughter... who brings light to our lives.
Ujariya.
Ujariya?
We will name our daughter Ujariya!
-Ujariya? -Yes.
No?
-Ujaali. -Ujaali?
Ujaali.
That's fine as well.
Ujaali. Fine.
The one whose glow lights up all directions.
Ujaali.
Brother Kishan!
Brother Kishan, we have struck water.
-Water? -Yes, Brother.
At the spot where you told us to dig.
The whole village is blessed.
As if the Luni river has flowed into the village.
Let's go and tell everyone.
Auspicious signs of our daughter's arrival?
Yes.
Listen.
We will name our daughter Lunima.
Lunima?
Lunima.
The water has sprung to life
The water is showering forth
The earth isn't barren anymore
It is lush with greenery now
The vessels and the ponds are filled
And so are the maidens' eyes
The water has sprung to life
The water is showering forth
The flowers bloom and celebrate in joy
The bushes and the barren land Appear contended and cheerful
The water has sprung to life
A new moment has risen From this perishable body
The future has been birthed From the womb of time
Another moment is born! The water has sprung to life!
It has sprung to life At an opportune time
The water has sprung to life
The water is showering forth
It was a drop of dew Resting on your eyelashes
Not yours, but it was A strange dream of mine, sweetheart!
Wake up from your dream As it has turned to reality
The dream resting In your eyes has come true
Time which rested in your eyes Has risen now
The dream has arisen! A moment is born!
It has sprung to life At an opportune time
The water has sprung to life
The water is showering forth
Are you crazy?
What are you saying?
Pardon me, sir. But your wife is expecting.
She must have already delivered by now.
-How can she deliver? -Easy. Easy.
What crap is he talking?
-Take this fool away. -Come on.
Must have delivered?
May you have an abundance Of life's blessings
Under the shade of the nurturing sky!
And the house should forever echo With the jingling of kids' toys
May your lap never remain empty
May your nuptials remain everlasting!
May you enjoy Matrimonial bliss for eternity!
The water has sprung to life And is bearing fruit
For once it has struck the full moon
And is bearing fruit
The water has sprung to life
-Hi, Mohan. -Who is he?
What's going on...
Hey! Who are you?
Uncle Kanwar, who is he?
Who are you?
Father, I am your Kishan. Who is he?
-Sister, who is he? -Banwari!
Banwari, call the midwife urgently.
But there are still two months to go.
Go, Banwari.
It seems the child wants to be born in this very house.
That's why, even before leaving for her maternal home--
Aunt.
-What happened? -There's nothing to worry about, son.
The moment the midwife arrives, everything will be--
Aunt.
Why are you looking at me like that, Aunt?
I'm Kishan. Your Kishan.
Aunt... I am... Kishan.
Aunt. Aunt.
I am... Kishan.
Go inside, sister. Stay with Lachchi.
-You go in. -Listen...
What charade is this?
Who are you? Where have you come from?
I've come from Jamnagar, Father. I'm your son.
Shut up and get away from here.
-Come, son. Let's go in. -Father?
-Let's go. -Father, I...
I'm Kishan.
You look exactly like Kishan.
Uncle Kanwar, I am indeed Kishan.
Even your mannerisms are the same.
Of course they are.
I will check it out. Take care of her.
Mother, do you not recognize the one you have given birth to?
This...
Mother, go and ask your daughter-in-law
about the berry incident. She'll tell you everything.
These... I plucked them myself.
At least go and ask her.
Is this the time to ask about berries?
She is fighting death and he is talking about berries.
What the heck?
Is she an ignorant fool to eat berries?
And if you are Kishan, why didn't Mangilal come along?
Answer him.
Who would have taken care of the business at Jamnagar?
You? I mean, you, Uncle?
-Banwari. -Son.
Kishan never retorts and you're arguing with me?
Why don't you say anything?
What's the need for my Kishanlal to say anything?
And you, imposter,
if your self-respect is dear to you, you better leave, or else...
-Father-- -I said get out!
-Get out. -I am Kishan.
-I will throw you out. -Father, what are you doing?
Instead of questioning that charlatan, you are questioning me?
Father, look. Here is your daughter-in-law's ring.
-How can it be with me? -How do I know?
Then go and ask her, Father.
When we were returning after the wedding, she gave this ring to me.
Better ask her. What's the harm?
Oh, God.
-Two men with similar faces? -Yes.
It's a bad omen of the Dark Age.
-What charade is this? -Shut up.
This is our internal matter. We'll settle it ourselves.
No need for the villagers to poke their noses in.
Who should we trust?
I don't know who is right and who is not.
He must be after your wealth.
Get lost!
-Kishanlal, go inside. -Yes, Father.
Not you.
You go inside, Kishanlal.
Didn't I ask you to go?
-Lachchi, the midwife is saying-- -No.
Listen, Lachchi. Listen.
What's the matter?
The baby's stuck inside.
The midwife is advising an operation.
Otherwise, Lachchi's life will be endangered.
Let me see her once.
Uncle Kanwar, that thug has entered our mansion
-and you people are-- -He is worried about his wife.
He isn't like you.
Kanwarlal, there's no need to explain anything to this imposter.
Rakma, take them inside.
Lachchi.
My Lachchi.
Never leave me.
I take an oath on our Lunima.
No power in this world...
can separate me from you.
From the both of you.
If this precedent of having two husbands is set,
traditions will go for a toss.
It might not be a big deal for rich people,
but life will become miserable for the poor.
It's a question of justice, Mr. Bhanwarlal.
Everything should be crystal clear.
When does one get a chance to disgrace the rich and the mighty?
It is something rare.
Just see, everyone will start talking relentlessly now.
And I wonder what vengeance that devil with the berries holds.
Ask Mr. Bhanwar to fill his mouth with money.
Otherwise, things will get out of control.
No matter what power money holds,
it can never hire four shoulders to carry a pyre.
Justice must be served.
Yes. Otherwise, the whole community will be disgraced.
No one knows who the real Kishan is.
One has to be proved an imposter.
Since that camel race, I've always suspected
something of being fishy.
Which race?
What would you gain by disgracing me?
We live like brothers.
And we help each other in times of need.
Everyone has benefited because of my son.
You were full of praise for him.
-Father... -This berry guy is the imposter.
Kick him out of here.
No, Father.
Father, please trust me.
I am your Kishan.
I'm... your son.
I am...
Congratulations, Brother-in-law!
It's a girl.
Lady Luck has smiled on us.
Both the mother and the baby are fine.
Mother!
What's the matter?
Mother, Father has come back.
-What? -Yes.
And Sister Rakma was saying that--
Come here, son.
Come here.
If possible, please forgive me.
Please forgive me.
Come.
Come here.
Uncle Sunder. Now you have them forever.
Don't ever lose them.
The moments of life...
just slip by.
Only the king can settle this.
Better take them to the king.
Yes, let the king decide.
Yes, sure.
Kindly consider my plea.
Allow me to see my daughter before going.
What's the hurry?
Once justice is served, you'll have endless time to be with her.
That's right.
Absolutely!
What is going on? What is going on?
Brother, only God knows what is in store for me.
But you know very well that
I am Mr. Bhanwarlal's real son.
So, who are you after all?
Real and unreal. Truth and untruth.
We have such hollow beliefs.
What rubbish are you talking?
Tell me the truth.
Did you marry her on the wedding dais?
Did you take the seven marital vows?
What difference do the vows make?
The vows of marriage don't last for a lifetime.
What revenge are you seeking against me?
For God's sake, tell me who you are!
Me?
The love that resides in a woman's heart, that's who I am.
I am love.
Love?
Keep going.
Did you hear? He said he is love.
Where are you all headed to?
For some feast?
We are going to the king.
-To the king? -Yes.
-What for? -For justice.
Justice?
-Yes. -What justice?
What do you care?
You won't understand a bit of it.
Maybe.
But I might be able to settle the issue right here.
Listen to him.
Oh, King of kings, kindly give way and let us go.
Absolutely, sir.
But isn't it possible that a needle can pull off something
which the sword can't achieve?
-Look. Look at the both of them. -Who?
Move aside.
Aren't they identical?
Oh, gosh!
Look carefully. Aren't they identical?
Of course they are. So?
Who's the real one?
What's the issue here?
-Must be twins. -Twins?
Justice has been served.
I mean, what's the problem if they look alike?
The problem is, I have only one son.
And my daughter-in-law has only one spouse.
Such a petty issue!
And none of you could solve this problem?
How could you march to the king's palace for such an issue?
He's an idiot.
Let's go from here.
They look so similar. As if they are reflections in the mirror.
Brother. Brother.
Are both of them dumb and deaf?
Not at all. They both have a gift of the gab.
Better ask them who the fake one is.
Shut up.
Brother, we're done with this idiot's justice.
Kanwarlal, had he been so wise,
he wouldn't have been a shepherd.
Got it. Got it.
They know how to talk, but they've learned the art of lying as well.
No problem at all. Hold this.
It's a piece of cake for me to get the truth out.
I'll solve this riddle in a jiffy.
-What's he doing? -He is just play-acting.
Let's go from here.
The one who holds this burning coal in his palm...
is the real son.
What new method of doing justice is this?
This is absolute injustice, Father.
Do you think you're the revered saint Valmiki?
Where did Saint Valmiki come from?
How could he put us to a test of fire?
What... What is he doing?
Let's move ahead, sir.
-Well done. -Look at this... burning coal...
Father.
Father, no matter what this shepherd says,
I am your real son.
This... burning coal...
Bravo, courageous boy!
Who else can dare to do that other than the real son?
Yes.
These fools needlessly harassed you.
Right.
But sir, what matters is the satisfaction of the heart, right?
-That's true. -Come.
-Come, buddy. -Where?
-Let me put you to another test. -One more?
Come. You come too.
Come and join him here.
Look. Before my seventh clap,
the one who can gather all my cattle
is the real husband of the daughter-in-law.
-Fine? -Yes.
-Ready? -Yes.
One! Two!
Move aside.
Kishanlal, hurry up.
Run!
-Kishanlal. -Three.
-Catch it. -Four.
Well done.
Five.
Listen, the test should be one which the trader can face.
What else would a trader know but to calculate?
Six.
Seven.
-I caught it. -Well done!
Who else can have this courage
and ability other than the real husband?
But why should there be even an iota of doubt left?
-Let us put them to one more test. -Yes.
The last one.
-Father? -Keep it down here.
Ready? The final test.
Kanwarlal, this shepherd is wasting our time.
Yes.
Before the seventh snap of my fingers,
the one who truly loves the daughter-in-law
-will enter into this water bag. -In the water bag?
Shepherd, have you gone mad?
In that water bag...
Father...
The one who truly loves her.
Please don't remind me that you are an illusionist.
Don't do any such thing which might remind me
of you not being a human.
Of you not being a human.
You are under my oath. Under an oath of my love.
I will have to break the oath, Lachchi.
It's the test of my love.
It's a trial in front of the world.
Wait, don't fall for this shepherd's trap.
Don't trust a human being.
He is digging his own grave.
You have no idea how deceitful human beings are.
Listen, stop. Listen to us.
Don't do it.
He turned out to be an illusionist.
Justice was delayed indeed...
-but wasn't it fair? -Yes.
Got him.
Father.
May that ghost rot in hell. He covered my eyes with gold.
And Kanwarlal, I couldn't even identify my own son.
Bless you, my son.
-I can't believe what I just saw. -Justice has been served.
I knew it.
-Give it to me. -Here. Careful.
-And keep this ring. -No, brother.
A king wouldn't seek a price for serving justice.
You had a problem and I solved it.
Keep it. It would help buy food for your cattle.
Sir, come here.
Wait a minute.
My cattle are real fools, just like me.
They merrily eat grass and don't even sniff gold.
These useless things are fit only for people like you.
For me, I am happy with my stick.
Give it to me.
I have far to travel, and it's quite late.
Why are you so worried?
We were the ones who delivered him.
If we couldn't identify him...
how could you possibly have done so?
For us...
you're still the same daughter
who came into this family as a daughter-in-law.
Everything will be fine.
You are not at fault, dear.
And it's not even the fault of the newborn.
God only knows how many lives I will be required to live.
All I can pray for you is that...
you get the strength to face life and make your own decisions.
Lachchi...
only I know...
how I spent these four years.
And how every night passed for me.
And then, just think...
Let me lift this veil.
I think that...
Before starting life afresh with you,
I've got to fulfill an obligation.
I want to tell you something.
I know. I know.
That wretch cast his spell--
No.
Neither did he cast a spell, nor did he try to deceive me.
He told me everything.
The whole truth.
I faced that dilemma.
I trusted his love, and truthfulness,
and consented to the relationship.
The love, the respect I felt from him...
will be hard to forget.
Now, how can I start a new life with you?
How can I possibly love you?
You left a part... of your other life downstairs?
Didn't bring Ujaali with you?
Her name isn't Ujaali.
I know it.
I know...
that we will name her Lunima.
That's what we decided, right?
On the day the water was struck.
Lunima.
Wasn't this the decision...
we both took?
But everyone told me that
the shepherd captured the ghost in the water bag.
I entered it of my own free will,
to prove my love.
If that shepherd really had the power to separate us...
It was child's play for me
to enter your husband's body...
in order to be with you... all my life.
Moreover, I promised my daughter...
not to be parted from the both of you.
We will never be apart, right?
Never.
Never for a moment.
I'll keep you tied to me, always.
This way their love continued to pour with the rain clouds,
sparkle with the stars,
and rise in the form of the sun and the moon.
But this is a very old tale.
As old as a night filled with stars.
The night passed away giving way to The day and the day to the night
And love bloomed With each passing night
It's an eternal love story!
When the moon travels Beyond the passing camels
And the night progresses Along with the moon
With stars following in a procession
It's an eternal love story!
-The story continues every night -The wind narrates a tale
And at times people recount it It's an eternal love story!
The night passed away giving way to The day and the day to the night
And love bloomed With each passing night
It's an eternal love story!
-The body shall cease to exist -But love shall be everlasting
Time shall pass away
But the folklore will survive Beyond time
-The body shall cease to exist -But love shall be everlasting
Time shall pass away
But the folklore will survive Beyond time
It would become ancient
But the names shall be immortal
Their names will Continue to be mentioned
Till the time The sand exists in the deserts
The night passed away giving way to The day and the day to the night
And love bloomed With each passing night
It's an eternal love story!
Years passed by! When many moons had set
A halt was made at the peepul tree and love was born
Years passed by! When many moons had set
A halt was made at the peepul tree and love was born
Ever since they appear In all love stories
Their names will Continue to be mentioned
Till the time The sand exists in the deserts
The night passed away giving way to The day and the day to the night
And love bloomed With each passing night
It's an eternal love story!
When the moon travels Beyond the passing camels
And the night progresses Along with the moon
With stars following in a procession It's an eternal love story!
-The story continues every night -The wind narrates a tale
And at times people recount it It's an eternal love story! tory!