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Rudaali Part 1
Madhu’s daily routine was this she would watch the sun set and sing her heart sitting in the desert all alone. “Why did he sound so real so dear to me? Madhu stop dreaming what are you thinking? He has nothing else to do so he has come all the way from Mumbai to hear you sing?” Madhu was in love with Amaan since he had acted in his first film years back. His first film as a hero Saala No. 1 was a dud at box office but the moment she had seen him in Apsara theater he had stolen her heart. She didn’t even feel the bugs biting her or the mosquitoes feasting on her blood. Since then she watched all his films and thought she was in love with him.
“Itna guroor that she didn’t show her face or even tell me her name? Almost all the girls in India are crazy for me and this one ignored me. Amaan just get her out of your mind.” He didn’t realize that she hadn’t even seen him.
The next day they were to start shoot from five. It was a fight sequence wherein Amaan was supposed to do a heroic act. He would single handedly fight six people with swords but would remain unarmed.
“Madho ye kya ho raha hai?” “Wo Amaan saab yaha ka thakur Janak Singh ka dehant ho gaya to people are mourning his death. Saab ap chaloge waha apko Rudaali dekhne ko milega….” Amaan had heard about Rudaali he had seen Kalpana Lajmi’s famous movie but he didn’t know he would get to see one for real. But hearing Rudaali his thoughts went back to her. “Even she had said Rudaali is it the same girl I had met?”
He was crossing a little bamboo bridge when he heard the same laughter. He turned and saw a girl her head covered in a black dupatta. She heard a giggle and realised it was the same girl. “Saab” the local researcher Madho called “jaldi chalie shayad Rudaali pohuch bhi gayi”
Madhi was narrating why the rich folks got Rudaalis to mourn for them when suddenly he said, “Saab this girl is so unfortunate. She lost her grand mother and mother in the desert storm and now has only her Masi. Wonder what will happen to her after her Masi.” Amaan wondered if it’s the same woman. He was just about to ask Madho when he heard a heart screeching wail. She wailed and cried and mourned when stood by and watched. “Iska naam kya hai?” “Madhu, suna hai bohut achha gati hai..” He felt a strange dislike towards what she was doing. “Ise yehi profession mila tha?” Amaan walked away in disgust thinking how could someone sell death?
It was time for sunset again and he walked towards the dune and there she was singing sitting all alone. Frustrated with her thoughts he wanted to talk to her once and
“Madhu…” she turned and was stunned. There was the man she always dreamt about in all his glory standing before her. “Ap?” “Yes, I had come here but then I saw you and lost all my peace.” “Kya?” “Tum aisa kaam kaise kar sakti ho? Maut bechti ho tum aur koi kaam nehi mila tumhe?”