WAITING FOR A BRAND NEW DAWN
Anil, you share it across with the design team.
And Bakshi, I want your team to get on it right away.
I need to see the layouts before tomorrow morning,
and we have a window before we hand it over to the client.
Hello? Is this Shobi?
Yes. Who's this?
I am Lourde, your neighbour in Pondicherry.
Tell me, Uncle.
I don't know how to say it.
There's bad news.
Your father…
he passed away.
Heart attack.
He died in his sleep.
Hello?
COMFORTING SHADOWS
It's so hard to even find a spot.
I'm sure you know the number of deaths in the past four months.
That's why I am telling you.
I understand, but how can we arrange for it now?
I'm sure you know, madam.
You can bury your father at your mother's grave.
Other's don't even get an option to do that.
Mom, you're always making me go to the church.
But you never question dad when he doesn't go.
Madam?
Shobi?
Don't worry about the paperwork.
Legal heirship certificate is the main thing, right?
You'll get it once you receive the death certificate.
Arockiya Doss still works at the Tahsildar office, right?
-Yes, madam. - He will issue it within three days.
Correct.
You ride a two-wheeler, right?
The two of us can go tomorrow.
-No, Aunty. I can manage. -Oh, be quiet.
If you go alone, they'll make you wait there forever.
I must go with you.
So, madam…
-I'll bring the clients this week. -Not this week!
Go ahead, sir. I'll be here.
Fine, ma'am. I'll get everything ready and then call you.
Okay. Here's some upma.
-It's for you. -No, Aunty. I'm fine.
Don't keep denying for everything.
It's already late. Have your food.
Thank you.
-Shall we leave then? -One minute.
-Eric. -Yeah, Mom?
Eric, check if there's petrol in Uncle Thomas's scooter.
If not, buy one bottle.
You'll find the key on his table.
I can't find it, Mom.
He'd say that even if it's right before him.
This boy, I tell you!
Shobi.
I think you should take some time off
and then think about the house.
No, Uncle. Dad's plan was to sell the house.
Let's just go with it.
I thought it would be best to consult with a lawyer first.
You don't have a lot of debt to worry about.
Why not take some time?
Uncle, the sooner we can get this over with, the better it is.
I need to go back to Bangalore too.
Okay, dear. It's your call.
-Let's go? -Yes.
-Please do eat. -Okay.
Take care, okay?
-Let's go. -Thank you.
Shobi, that's Daddy's medicine.
If you drink it, you'll get worms in your stomach.
Mom, it's Friday! My turn.
Fine. First, show Daddy and Uncle Arockia Doss what you learnt in dance class.
Go away.
It's not for you.
It's trash.
Hey, Shobi. Some chapathi and dal.
-Sorry? -Oh, shit, sorry.
No.
My mother sent some food.
Eric, please tell Aunt Rita that I'll manage. I can cook.
If I take this back, my mother will land at your doorstep.
Fine, give it to me.
Okay, cool.
One second.
Do you know where I can get some alcohol around here?
All the shops are shut, but…
my friend has this bar.
But it's kind of secret, because of lockdown and everything.
If you want, I could take you there.
When will you go there next?
Now.
Okay, just give me a few minutes. I'll go with you.
He's the greatest swindler here.
He buys beer for 50 bucks at the liquor store and sells it here for 350.
People working in Chennai or Bangalore can afford it.
But what about the people living here?
People like him are the reason most of Pondy is only for tourists.
Our people drink in random public grounds and terraces.
What, Mr. Pavan?
First of all, you are getting booze during the lockdown because of me.
And in spite of that, you talk so much!
Secondly, is he even from Pondy?
-Correct. -When did you side up with him?
Even Manoj Night Shyamalan was born in Kerala.
Don't you claim he's from Pondy?
Dude!
Hold that thought. I'll go take a piss.
He talks too much, right?
I mean, Eric. He talks too much.
Even when we were kids, he'd just not stop yapping.
But you were talking about your job.
And I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to say it's a fraud industry.
No. It's okay.
It's partly true.
Advertising, marketing… it's all a type of fraud.
But…
you do need money to live.
-True. -Sad reality.
You know what's the actual sad reality?
Liquor stores have opened in Tamil Nadu.
Look, Mattie has posted.
Dude, this is an old post.
Look, he's reposted it.
Oh, shit. Yeah, dude. March last year.
These people mess up our timelines by sharing throwbacks and old memories.
First delete all the apps on your phone.
-Why? -What?
Yeah, it's like we don't even…
take the effort to remember things these days.
We use our phones for the smallest of things.
-There she goes again. -What?
Shobi, don't you agree?
It's like…
the thing that makes our memories beautiful… is how we remember it.
Fine.
You must have ridden a cycle when you were a child.
Yeah.
Your only memories are of the road.
If you think about it today,
you can see yourself riding the cycle.
As in, you see yourself riding it, right?
-No, I only see the road. -What?
-Get lost. -Wait, seriously.
Fine, go look for memories in your phone.
And it's nice to remember things the way you want to.
Like…
it's a good way to hold on to your past.
Shobi, your dad will take you to the beach.
There's a bad news.
Your dad…
It's all gonna be fine.
Shobi, come to the house and eat.
Daddy!
Heart attack.
He died in his sleep.
Okay, guys. I need to leave.
Hey, are you sure?
Thank you for the drink.
You want me to drop you?
-Yeah, we can. -No, I'm fine.
I can find my way. Thank you.
Are you still not ready?
Didn't I tell you we must go to the Tahsildar Office by 10:00 a.m?
All of you are such late risers.
Eric comes home so late at night.
He didn't even return at night. He came back only this morning.
I don't even know what to say.
It's untouched. Didn't you eat last night?
Look at all these dirty dishes.
-I'll wash them-- -Aunty, please.
Just let them be.
I know how to take care of myself.
I've been taking care of myself since my mom died.
None of this is new to me, Aunty. So please, just leave it.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to--
No, I owe you an apology.
I've kept the documents in that wardrobe.
Don't forget to take them with you.
Uncle.
Come, Shobi.
The lawyer asked me to give you these documents.
Sit down.
Rita called me.
All the papers are ready.
You only need to sign them.
Are you well?
I'm okay, Uncle.
-Will you drink some tea? -No, Uncle. I'm fine.
In any case, there's no tea. Our errand boy had been off for two days.
Sign at the bottom of all these papers.
He built that house with such care.
He flew down an architect from Germany.
Your father was a man of style.
Back in our time, we'd ride down from TAC.
You know, Lawspet.
We'd hop onto Yamaha motorcycles
and just roar in full throttle.
We had such fun.
It's impossible… to even get our bikes out these days.
Pondicherry has so much traffic now. Can you believe it?
All the fun lasts only till a certain age.
Then we should just set all that aside.
Look at me now.
Lockdown or not, I'm always at this office.
I can't live the way your father did.
Just idling at home.
It must have been hard for him too.
Oh, dear.
What could you have done?
That's the nature of your education and your career.
There's nothing in this town for you.
One thing is for sure…
nobody ever leaves anybody.
Everyone is always right by our side.
Don't look at us like we're here out of desperation.
We came by to check on you. It's been a while.
And we wanted to cheer you up with some Cuddalore beer.
Yes.
He sets his principles aside when convenient…
and buys alcohol from Tamil Nadu.
Sad reality, bro.
Shobi, we were just going to sit and chill in your terrace.
So maybe, join us when you're free?
Yeah, okay. Come.
Have they left?
No, they went upstairs for a smoke.
You didn't go for a smoke?
Do you need some help with anything?
No, I'm okay.
Shobi, have you ever felt like someone you really like…
has drifted away from you?
Oh, shit. I'm so sorry, Shobi.
I didn't mean that.
It's alright.
Are you okay?
Yeah… I'm fine, Shobi.
It's just that…
it's the first time I'm seeing Sarina date someone.
It's kind of weird, like…
I've known Sarina since I was four years old.
And…
I just saw them kissing.
I don't know… it's just feeling kind of off to me.
Like, I don't know how to feel about it.
Are you afraid that you will drift apart?
Not at all!
Nobody can take her away from me. I am confident about that.
This is new to me.
She's so close…
yet so far.
There's a strange distance between us.
I get it.
But…
she's still here, right?
We overthink for no good reason…
and confuse ourselves.
Building a wall around ourselves…
You put it so beautifully.
Nobody can take her away from you.
As long as the two of you know that.
And…
you'd have created a lot of memories over the years, right?
I think it matters, how you both hold on to it.
Like she said the other day…
nobody can take…
our memories away from us.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Eric, my dad's calling.
I need to get home. Can you please drop me?
And Shobi, I'm really sorry, I have to rush. Okay?
Two minutes. I'll be right there.
Take care, Shobi.
-Bye. -Bye.
Memory is a funny thing. Right, Dad?
It's as though…
someone's recorded our lives on video.
And we're in the video too.
So cool, right?
I still remember…
when I left to UK…
you came to drop me at the airport.
It was barely…
a month after Mom died, right?
Throughout the drive…
I thought you would say something.
I kept waiting.
But you…
you didn't speak a word.
I couldn't speak either, Dad.
Was that fear?
Hesitation? I still don't understand.
Like Eric said today…
though you were close…
you felt… so far away from me.
I felt that way.
I--
Mom's death…
It was hard, Dad, that Mom died.
It's--
It's hard that she died…
for both of us.
But in the process of worrying about the dead…
we forgot that we were still alive. Right?
I'd always wonder about you.
"Why are you like this?"
Some days, I'd feel really angry too.
But now…
when there's nobody around me, I understand it.
I, too, am like you, Dad.
I don't let anybody close.
Even if somebody comes closer…
I just run away.
It's… hard, Dad.
It's…
It's so hard!
I build this wall around me.
Unable to stay inside, and unable to get out.
Unable to even cry.
It's hard, Dad.
I'm trying!
I can't do this, Dad.
But I still try.
It's not easy, you know?
Alone is not easy.
Listen, it's going to be fine.
You're going to be fine. Okay?
Okay… you're fine. You're fine.
In separation… There's a longing
Dreams await me
Where the heart lays its trust And blooms
That's where my memories pile on
As memories pile on… The focus shifts
As the focus shifts… The scene transitions
As the scene transitions… The feeling changes
As time marches on… Worms squirm over memories
Uncle, let's put off selling the house.
No, don't worry. I'll arrange for the money.
Thank you.
A relationship is like a rubber-band
Harder you tug Harder it clutches you
A relationship is like a lizard's tail
Even when lost It grows right back
A relationship is like a shackle
It binds your hands and legs…
A relationship is like a wet notebook
Memories trickle down And flow away…
Drop after drop The perspective changes
As the perspective changes The scene transitions
As the scene transitions How the heart transforms!
As time marches on… Flowers blossom in my memories
What's transpired is the truth Memories are its shadow
While the truth burns me Shadows comfort me
What's transpired is the truth Memories are its shadow
While the truth burns me Shadows comfort me
What's transpired is the truth Memories are its shadow
While the truth burns me Shadows comfort me