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HE is a mess! It's no secret anymore. He has no idea how he got here. But somewhere he is aware, painfully. Long brutal hours are one reason he thinks. That's his physical mess, sunken eyes, four day pls stubble which is trimmed by the make up guy, unfocused eyes during some shots and generally sleepless nights.
His mental mess how about that? He has made such an effort to stay away from press and suddenly everyone around him uses the press to give him a headache. Why can't friends leave it alone? He should get away, he types over the phone, let's the world know he wants to get away. All the love and adulation in response does not make it any less messier, his mind is still restless.
When the shot is called, he can't keep his hands still, he turns and fidgets with the car keys, misses his cues and messes his words in the lines a bit. The director calls for pack up and he cannot wait to leave. His head is beginning to ache, he decides to grab a smoke before he leaves. He watches her get into her car with a phone to her ear, fling the phone on the side seat and look up at him. They stare for a second before waving small smiles. She drives off. He throws his cigarette and drives away himself, her frustrated face in his mind, masking his frustrated feelings,
He drives and calls, she picks up on the second ring
Don't you ever want to get away?
Hmm
He can hear her pressing her lips
But not to London
He smiles at her attempt to tease him.
Then where?
He waits for her to say something, her silence stays on for a minute
Hello?
Almost at the same time her soft voice comes into his ear
Bhopal, kabhi lagta hai main Bhopal apne parents ke ghar jake mere maa ki godh mei sarr rakh ke ro lu, just to get away.
He breaks the car. She has hung up before he can say anything. He steps on the sidewalk, walks around.
Some youngsters are on the sidewalk. Chatting loudly.
God this city is such a mess! Chal yaar let's go abroad iss gandagi se chutkara. Vaapas to Yehi aana hai, issi mess mei.
He sighs and gets back into the car. Stares at his phone, wonders..
She turns the car into the BCL practice area, watches all the cameras and press and sighs. Her phone rings, she picks up on the second ring
Tumhare Bhopal mei kya har galli mei kachori miltey hai?
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