The meeting of two lovers after many long years.
Girlfriend: Can you recognize me?
Boyfriend: Your face is not something one can forget.
Girlfriend: We are meeting after a very long time, aren't we?
Boyfriend: After exactly three years and two months. How are you?
Girlfriend: I am doing well. And you...?
Boyfriend: I am always doing well. But why are you on this road all of a sudden today?
Girlfriend: Do you remember walking on this road every afternoon, holding hands?
Boyfriend: Everything is a memory. Not everything can be forgotten.
Girlfriend: Did you get married?
Boyfriend: I won't get married in this lifetime.
Girlfriend: Do you still love me?
Boyfriend: I don't know. But I don't wait for anyone anymore, nor do I wait for anyone's call.
Girlfriend: And what about your wounded pride (Abhiman)?
Boyfriend: You can't show that to everyone. The one I show it to, leaves. What is the point of having pride anymore?
Girlfriend: Are you still angry?
Boyfriend: I don't even have the right to be angry anymore.
Girlfriend: Why are you smoking cigarettes?
Boyfriend: If the poisonous smoke of nicotine can keep my pain away, then why call it a poison?
Girlfriend: Do you still write poems?
Boyfriend: The rhythm of the poems has been lost.
Girlfriend: And stories?
Boyfriend: The queen of the stories is lost.
Girlfriend: Find a new queen.
Boyfriend: The old one hasn't grown old yet.
Girlfriend: If I return, will you accept me?
Boyfriend: I don't want to write a story all over again. I am fine, you stay well too.
Girlfriend: I still... to you...
Boyfriend: I don't want to hear it, and I don't want to dream anew. I have work to do, I'm leaving.
Girlfriend: When will we meet again?
Boyfriend: Whenever destiny decides.