PK 141

For a moment PK doesn’t answer, pretends he is thinking...

then...as if he remembers.

PK

Tumri aawajiya, Hai na... tum jaun

ektho poetry boli thi..uu hai na.

Jaggu

Sirf... ek poetry?

Pk

Ab tumse LOVE thodi karte hain,

jaun poora tame tumpe baste karega.

Jaggu's eyes get moist. She stays quiet.

Wind gushing sound makes PK turn.

The windmills are going ballistic.

Far away a cloud is descending.

PK looks at Jaggu one last time.

Turns and walks away. The battery cells inside the trunks

making the clanging sound.

Jaggu watches him go as dust flies with the gushing wind.

Jaggu vo

Usne eak baar bhi palat ke nahi

dekha. Shayad Apne ansoo chhipa

raha tha.

A bitter wind is blowing on his face, and he is fighting back

his tears.

Jaggu watches him.

Jaggu's VO

Kuchh sekh ke gaya, kuchh sekha ke.

Jhooth bolna seekh ke gaya aur

seekha ke gaya pyaar shabd ka sahi

matlab.

He loved me enough to let me go.

113 Int. Book shop. Day. 113

Jaggu reads from a book.

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