So, yesterday I had a dream that we were both in Paris.
On the Eiffel Tower.
And a cool breeze was blowing...
Seema's flirting like a mushy lovesick teenager.
Somebody needs to tell her she's 63, not 16.
Forget it, Dilbar.
There's no right age for love and romance.
Why can't you be happy for her?
I'm happy for her, but have you met Brij?
He's such a bore.
Try living with my husband.
Then you'll know what a real bore is.
Everybody doesn't have your high standards, okay?
Poor thing. Let her have some fun.
Seema, come back now...
Oh! Sandwiches?
They're delicious, Raj.
You always serve my favorite ones.
I especially make it for you.
Even though I was so busy with the factory, I still made them.
Oh, can't do late nights, honey...
I do have to show up at home.
Did you see Nilofer Patel's interview on CNN?
She's looking so young.
She's on TV every week!
Won't she be at your college reunion, Dilbar?
Yup.
-I love her books. -Same here.
She's a born author, right?
Oh, please. She's hardly an author.
Whose turn is it?
Madam, namaste.
The building official was asking about your car again.
What's to be done?
It's totally rusted.
Yes, Ravi, I'll do something soon.
But I know you were at Meher's party last night.
So?
You know what, I'll call you later.
Bye.
-Hi! -Hi.
How was tea?
Ah, same old.
Chutney sandwiches and Seema.
Lovesick for that half-deaf old man.
I don't think she can even hear what he's saying.
Oh, Grandma, that's mean.
No, it's not.
Tell me if you wanna go shopping, okay?
To wear something new for the reunion.
Don't need anything.
Not going.
What are you doing?
Aman is late with his assignments,
so I'm just helping him out.
Isn't he in your class?
Yeah, so? I'm just being there for him.
Ask him to fuck off.
You're not his assistant.
In all of Bombay,
he was the only guy you found!
Grandma, please. Don't start again.
Your grandpa...
One day I woke up,
I was 45 years old...
two children...
and a husband who was an overgrown child.
I was done serving him.
So, I left him.
Aman is not Grandpa.
Of course, he's not.
Aman doesn't care enough about you.
Grandma, you're so negative all the time.
Maybe that's why you and Grandpa split up.
Please! Control, Siya.
Hey!
Where are you going?
I thought you were spending the night?
I was. Changed my mind.
When is the marathon?
Next month.
I'll run another round and come.
Always answer with a smile.
Okay.
And shoulders, yes, straight.
And don't...
Don't fidget.
Uh, I... I am...
very good at analytics.
And I enjoy numbers.
And I can make this company more profitable.
Maybe use the term "number-crunching"
-instead of numbers? -Okay.
And don't say the company's not profitable.
Right.
And answer in English. You should sound like a Bombay boy.
I--
Take a few breaths before you answer.
And whatever it is you're feeling on the inside,
your body language must have confidence.
I answer fine when I'm with you.
But in the actual interview, I get so nervous...
Last week I had the GMT interview.
I was so bad.
Their loss.
But your time will come, Kunal.
Thank you, Dilbar.
Kunal, I have to ask for a favor.
9Yes, tell me?
I need some recent pictures.
Will you take my pictures?
-Of course. -Thank you. On my phone.
Smile a little bit?
I am smiling.
Iqbal Masood Khan.
He had an eye.
Such an interesting composition.
And that's you?
That's me.
One more?
Are you done with your marathon training?
Yes.
But my stamina...
I'm still a bit weak.
Really? I can't tell when I look at you.
You look very strong.
Nobody apart from you looks at me...
like that.
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
Maybe strength too.
A little to your right?
On the left, tuck your hair back, please.
Yeah.
Perfect.
I think we must've got it.
Yes, of course.
-Thank you so much. -I will take your leave, then.
Say, "I'll get going."
Okay.
I will get going.
Stay for coffee one of these days, Kunal.
One of these days, definitely.
I always loved stories.
Telling them, reading them...
So, when I was young, I dreamt of being a writer.
But instead, I'm a voracious reader.
And I tried to raise my children and grandchildren
with the same love for books.
So, unlike my peers at college,
I guess, I've failed to do anything big with my life.
I never wanted to be a writer.
In fact, my best friend in college was really keen to write.
I was just floating around, doing different things, and...
then about ten years ago, I decided to write some…
words of wisdom for my daughter, as they say.
And it just turned into a book.
The new Elena Ferrante, definitely.
Looking so beautiful, Dilbar Auntie!
Flattery's not going to get you anywhere, Rahul.
I'm looking the same as I do every day.
Who's reading this nonsense?
Lots of people.
It's quite a rage in my office too.
Don't you work in a law firm?
I do.
But lawyers slaving away in Bombay...
can be an unhappy lot too.
Don't you think?
Writing about older women seems to be in fashion.
No need.
Age.
It's not just a person's actual age...
Some young people like to feel more grown-up.
That should be the focus of our marketing strategy.
Good.
We're done for the day.
I will get going.
Stay for coffee one of these days, Kunal.
I'll stay today?
Sure.
Doesn't matter if you haven't landed a job.
Talk to your parents, they'll understand.
Tell them you're interested in something else.
What is this?
You like it?
It's... it's just...
Do you want a cookie?
I think you are beautiful, Dilbar.
How did you draw this?
It's...
It's very--
Sorry!
No, no, I'll do it. Leave it.
I think about you a lot.
When I'm home alone at night,
I imagine you're with me...
to make me laugh.
I dream of you.
You're holding me tight.
Very close.
I imagine what it would be like...
to play with your hair,
to kiss you,
to have sex with you.
Please, just stop it, Kunal.
This is stupid!
Is this a prank?
Why would I do that to you?
So, an old woman fetish. Huh?
It is not that.
Fantasize about girls your own age.
You should leave now.
Bro, come in for a drink.
No, no, thanks.
Cheers.
Well, hello!
You look like spring.
Something up?
-It's a lovely day. -Okay...
Fearless Love.
Sounds interesting.
Love Knows No Barriers.
"Couples together despite differences in
age, culture..."
That's too cheesy.
Nothing wrong in having…
some variety.
Let's begin.
Seema...
tell us...
No lovey-dovey chats with Brij on the phone today?
He's gone to the dentist.
What? What's so funny?
I didn't crack a joke.
You know, my grandchildren are so needy,
crawling all over me.
It's hard to speak to Brij when I'm home.
I hope you're sleeping with him.
-It's difficult. -Why?
Is he too old?
It's just too awkward.
But we cuddle a lot.
Om and I are sleeping in separate bedrooms since ages.
No chance of cuddling also.
Feroz wants to have sex and cuddle with me all the time...
since I found out about his affair.
It's okay.
Dilbar.
-What? -What's going on?
Tell us!
Since Iqbal, I have not looked at another man.
You're obviously lying.
-We know you have a string of admirers. -That's right.
Those were different times.
What do you mean?
Has no man tried his luck with you of late?
Can't be.
In Bombay, if you don't have a career, you have nothing.
I'm looking, Papa.
I'm trying, but--
"Trying" is useless.
If you're not getting a job, better come back to Ahmedabad.
Handle the shop here, join the business.
Forget about Bombay.
Yes, son.
Please come back to Ahmedabad.
We'll introduce you to some prospective brides.
He's like 30 years younger than me.
How could he do something like that?
So what?
That French President? His wife is 30 years older than him.
Exactly.
Seema, you're not helping!
What?
I'm feeling...
strange,
guilty,
embarrassed, ashamed, I don't know... It's all...
Honestly, he just has a crush on you.
Why are you feeling guilty?
Because I feel...
I have led him on.
Perhaps I made a mistake...
The boy sure has guts.
It couldn't have been easy to confess his feelings.
Dilbar?
Show us the sketch?
-I threw it away. -What!
Yeah, I wasn't going to keep it.
You could've shown it to us!
We were supposed to go out for his birthday.
I've been waiting outside his house, but
he's with Meher!
He posted it on Instagram!
I don't know what to do.
He found her more attractive.
Ugh. He can go to hell.
Look at me. Come here.
You are so beautiful.
And you're so unique.
Your whole life lies ahead of you.
I don't know, Grandma.
Will I ever be happy again?
Of course, you will.
If you love yourself, you will be happy.
My baby.
I don't wanna be alone.
I know...
Grandma?
Do you ever feel alone?
Your grandpa is a good man.
We just grew apart and…
I'm fine. So, no.
I was talking about Iqbal Uncle.
I miss him.
I miss being held close, I think.
I miss him making me laugh.
But that's life.
He's gone, and I'm here.
Alive.
Are you?
I'm sorry, Iqbal.
I'm so sorry!
Sorry, Iqbal...
I'm very sorry...
All set for the marathon?
Yes.
Wanna come up for coffee?
That day... we didn't finish talking.
I'm sorry for reacting so awkwardly that day.
This picture?
Iqbal, the photographer...
We were in love for many, many years.
Where's he now?
Dead.
Died in a car accident.
I don't know why I'm telling you all this.
Have you read Confessing Your Way To Happiness?
Not my kind of book, I think.
But...
I have a confession to make too.
I also fantasized about you.
After your confession.
So...
let's just keep it to occasional coffees and sexual fantasies.
Anything else will ruin it.
I would like that, Dilbar.
Me too.
-I'll leave. -See you.
You should get rid of that car.
I was driving...
when the accident happened.
Dilbar.
It wasn't your fault.
You have one life.
Live it.
You too.
I want to be a graphic designer.
I'm good at design.
I'll find some freelance work, Papa.
You're sounding like a lunatic.
A job is a job!
Look, Kunal, I'll stop sending you money.
Do what you like, Papa.
Hey, I like this song.
Yeah, it's a nice song.
Dilbar Sodhi.
So glad you could make it.
Vijay Baijal.
Dilbar!
How lovely to see you!
Yes!
This is so bad for the skin!
-Oh, fuck that! -Exactly!
I love my beautiful wrinkles.
And here is to our wrinkles.
-Absolutely, cheers to that! -Cheers!