Well ... usually ... except when your head is up that orifice where the Sun don't Shine, then things are not quite the same ...
The heart and head remark is in response to the continued stupidity out of the mouth of almost PhD Simi Sethi ... she must have flunked biology ... or like so many others, simply dispensed with the need for it ... after all why clutter your head with facts ... it's fine to use colloquialisms such as 'thinking with one's heart' if you understand that the heart has no ability to 'think' ... I'll bet my bottom dollar that every head on the SunEclipser production team is clean as a whistle ... not one single solitary fact rattling about up there ... occupying precious real-estate ... good thing too ... it would die a miserable, untimely death ... from sheer loneliness ... so keep that fiction machine churning ... one that defies all laws of physics by being a perpetual motion one ... emits a never ending stream of fecal matter ...
but let's not get bogged down with that body part ... not when you have James Webb Space Telescopic eyes ...
when, in the middle of the night ...
on a road lit up only with car headlights ...
that one's visionary powers allow one to perceive ...
what, indubitably, no one else could conceive ....
a token from the oh sooooo distant past ...
gathered into your soft hands at long last ...
caressed gently and softly kissed ...
sigh! Have you ever been missed ...
all will be well Bhaiya ... all will be well ...
we have only just chanced upon ...
bloody, bloody 'ell ...
none other than Abhi's bell ...
In the meanwhile, a defiant Mili (didn't I say that wasn't her corpse in the morgue?) is attempting to walk right past the Poleece Inspector ... who has visionary powers all his own ... he can tell that there is a VERY GOOD chance that out of the 20 million Delhi inhabitants, this young woman must be the one Dagar has on his 'WANTED' poster ... so he writes the address down, memorizes it (note: not 33 Hauz Khas), but does not eat the paper, leaving a trail for our hero and heroine to arrive in fine form ... the tension builds ... the suspense boggles ... the rain pelts ... evil oozes ... there is coercion ... there is drama ... there is dhishoom dhishoom ... there is a flying through the air hero ... there is the screaming heroine ... there is the smirking villain ... there is the capitulating damsel in perpetual distress ... there are slick, wet bodies in action ... there is the visible revolver untouched by the rain ... oh my ... oh my ... I don't think I can stand this any longer ... stop ... stop ... this crescendo is of an ear-shattering fortissimo ... but nowhere near as loud as the gun shot! Wait! Make that 2 gun shots!! Our hero may not be flying through the air much longer!!
Abheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!
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