There is nothing we can do, madam.
Those weren't lawyers. They made a run for it.
Come down to the police station and file a report.
I said I am not going anywhere!
You bring them here.
Try to understand, madam.
If you hang around in this condition,
and the media sees you, then it could mean trouble for you.
What did you say?
He said do you want to show your beautiful side or ugly side?
Brother, please Gauri, gauri gauri
Gauri, Just look at me. Just forget them, please.
Look this way.
Pay no attention. Come on. He is right.
We just need to go inside, file the report and get out of here.
Come, let me take you to sir.
Come on.
Come on, madam. Get inside.
Where are we taking them?
Tilak Marg Police Station.
Are you okay, Gauri?
Sir has been informed.
Thank God that officer came when he did.
All they ever did was make us disperse.
Never came to our rescue until now.
Who were those guys?
I have no lack of enemies.
Where are we going?
Encounter?
To the nearest police station, madam.
Don't worry.
I'll complete the formalities,
while you can sit inside the cabin comfortably.
No, thank you. I am safer out here.
Gauri, let's go wash your face.
They have just done my make-up.
I'll send them packing by the evening.
Gauri.
Let's go sit inside.
No.
The uniform makes me restless.
I was only eight.
He would give me a ride on his motorcycle.
Made me sit at their desk.
Constables would bring me snacks.
Soon we lost the motorcycle.
Then the station.
Followed by my father.
I don't want to go inside.
So...
This is where your second battle started, right.
The battle for survival.
Do you want to talk about that?
Why?
Sometimes the most uncomfortable conversations,
are the most enlightening ones.
You make it sound like I am doing something important.
The battle of my survival started after my mother's demise.
Okay.
Later my sister got married.
It was just my father and me.
We couldn't live each other, or...get rid of each other.
He kept trying to make me manly.
And I tried not to.
This chapter of my life is called 'Feeling'.
Feeling?
Come on.
Patient's name.
Ganesh Sawant.
Father's name.
Let it be.
Here you go.
Ganu
Yes
Here you go.
Go see the doctor.
What about you?
I already had a word with him.
Go see him.
Soon you'll be expecting her in your life.
And she is nice.
But father said he will never get married again.
Then who am I expecting?
No, I didn't mean a stepmother, son.
Feeling.
And when you get this feeling,
you'll experience butterflies in your stomach.
Everything seems nice.
You laugh for no reason. Feel happy.
You start growing hair on your cheeks and armpits.
And your heart beats faster when you see females.
You must have felt this way.
No.
Ohh...
Whenever any girl touches you, though unintentionally...
How do you feel?
Move it.
I don't like the soft touch of girls.
I like strong hands.
Like my father has.
And I don't like the beard.
I like saris, nail polish, Bindi.
I like these.
But isn't that a completely different feeling, son?
Different, yes.
But is it wrong?
You see.
Being so different in this country is not easy.
So you cannot be different.
Understood?
- Uncle. - Yes.
Isn't that a goldfish you have out there?
Yes.
Do you like it?
They are my favourite.
Why?
Because they are different--
They look different from others.
Fishes can be your favourites if they look different.
But if a boy is different--
Do you have trouble getting up or sitting down?
This is my seventh visit here, by the way.
Yours?
Sawant.
Take this twice a day,
and this one only at night.
- Understood. - Which one?
One-two-three...
My three good friends.
BP, Sugar and hormones.
Sugar?
There is so much hatred outside, that God made me sweet like candy.
As my mother.
Earlier, I used to have medicines like bread and butter.
Sometimes six to ten or sometimes even a dozen.
You see...
Got rid of a gearbox and put it in a coin box instead.
Even got liposuction.
If they had done a little more work on me, I would have emerged a starlet.
As a kid, making me take a paracetamol was like waging a war.
Now they seem like candy.
"Fading away with each word"
"Ablaze in every night"
"Fading away with each word"
"Ablaze in every night"
"Why is life persistent in trials?
"In my dwelling"
"None find their kin"
"Lost is the pillars"
"Lost is the shelter"
"My dreams are not and nowhere to be seen"
"Am I to be blamed"
"Is it my wrongdoing"
"Does only one path remain?"
"Keep going"
"The journey continues"
"Hold onto hopes"
"Embrace the feeling"
"Quench your thirst"
"Embark on the search"
"Seek your wish"
Come here.
Who are you?
And why are you following me?
Mother recently passed away.
And my father's in the police force.
And I am on pills.
I...
I want to be like you. Simple.
Sweetheart.
Did you just narrate my life story?
Come inside.
What?
Come inside.
The body's been here for two days...
The body's been rotting here for two days.
No one saw it.
Fine. Get a death certificate from the hospital.
When we don't exist for the world,
how can we be dead?
Take the body in your custody, and report to the police station.
- Hello. - Swati.
Yes, father.
There are considerable improvements in Ganesh.
I noticed last night as I slept next to him.
- He is also growing a beard. - What?
Thank the Lord.
Yeah.
What a stunning piece.
Hey, little flower.
Look here.
Are you sticking it in your ears...
Walkman.
Look at her gait.
Doing her from the back will be a lot of fun.
- Her name? - How much do you think?
Ask that uncle.
Rs.40.
- Uncle. - Okay.
Do you know this little flower?
Because if you do, what is her rate?
- Why you... - I'll show you.
He is a policeman.
Bloody hell.
Why are you hitting me?
- Get out of here. - Father.
- Run. - Let's go.
Hey...come on.
Five rupees... but with my own hands.
Come on.
- Here you go. - Get lost.
Good for nothing, but she's got such an attitude.
Think you are a starlet.
Get lost. Come on.
Out.
Let's go out in the evening.
Count me out. I am in no mood.
- Handsome, come on. - I don't have it.
- Come on. - What?
I said I don't have it. I don't have it.
- What are you doing? - Asshole.
Come on.
She just spoiled my mood.
Bloody bad luck.
Leave it. Let's go.
What is...
See...I wanted you to see this.
Doesn't matter how good we are, but this is the truth, sweetheart.
Why can't we get a decent job?
Job.
People who don't give us alms, you expect them to give jobs.
Listen.
Call it begging or a job,
but never be one of us.
Why?
Because you still have hope to change.
I don't.
Okay, now go.
And stop following me.
Go on.
But.
I'm not waiting here to scare you or kill you.
I just want to say that,
if we continue living together,
one of us will certainly die.
so be it mine.
Don't say that, father.
What else should I say?
What can I say?
I can't say 'You'll understand when you become a father'.
Because I know you will never become a father.
Ganu...
I was worried for you.
But now I feel disgusted.
I cannot live through this shame every morning.
Sir.
Sir, your lunch.
That was the last time I saw my father.
Then I ran away to Mumbai.
I had no food or water.
When I tried to ask for help,
they made me stand at the signal in a frock.
Hunger and an empty mind made me understand two things.
First,
father wasn't completely wrong.
Second,
my purpose in coming to Mumbai was to become Cinderella.
Not a beggar.
I went back.
Sister was there.
She stopped me on the way.
You can't behave like a boy,
and father cannot tolerate seeing you as a girl.
You know that.
You should stay away.
I'll do the duty of being your sister and his daughter.
Go away.
Maybe I am the only culprit,
who father punished for no crime.
Father was the judge and jury...
and executioner.
What choice did I have?
Slow down.
This place was beginning to feel like a jail for me.
At least running away was better than dying.
Look, Ganu.
No matter what happens...
Whatever the consequences...
You'll never think of committing suicide.
For our mother's sake.
You two stay apart.
So you both can live.
I'll go.
And yes.
Don't ever tell him that I came back.
That was it.
The doors of my house were closed for me.
Never to open again.
Was someone here?
No.
I thought...
Gauri.
All these years, I haven't seen my father.
But I managed to talk to him.
What do you mean you talked to him?
You just said you weren't in touch with him.
Do you want to see it?
Give me your phone.
Here you go.
Don't say a word.
Hello.
Hello, sir. I am calling from the voter ID updation.
I needed some information from you.
Go ahead.
Who is in your family?
I am all alone.
Wife and children.
My wife passed away 25 years ago.
The daughter is married.
To a police officer.
I had a son.
He is...no more.
Anything else?
No, sir. That's all.
Take care.
I am not on any Aadhar card, PAN card,
or driver's license in this country.
It's as sad as knowing that...
I am not even alive for my father.
So sorry, Gauri.