Screenplay...

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North Calcutta…an old two-story building…
Red brick walls against the grey sky stands with their head held high
French windows…mahogany wood old shiny furniture…

Just as you see it in Satyajit Ray’s movies…

Saturday morning…
The vernacular newspaper lying on the bed…
Read…

He…
Sitting on his (or his grandfather’s) study table, busy working on his laptop…
Switching between his laptop and phone calls…handling clients…

She…
Just out of shower…a saree worn in typical Bengalee style
Goes out to the balcony…

Enters the room…

Under her breath: “Can’t even arrange the paper properly…huh! Let me see this one more day and I will ask the newspaper-wala to stop giving papers”
He: “Promise…this is the last time. Can you please get me a cup of tea?”

She: “God!! This is the fifth cup you are having since morning!”
He: “Please…I need it baby”

She: “Grr…don’t call me baby! Am not a kid!!”
He: “Yes…you are…baby”


Exit followed by another entry

A cup in hand…puts it in the table

She: “Last cup…go out and order if you want any more tea
He: “Shit…see what you are doing to my laptop…water is dripping from your hair”

She: “Let it! Will be happy if your laptop is dead”
He: “Grr…wait till I finish this. Will see you then”

She: “Huh!! Dare doing so!!”
He: Just smiles and chuckles…



Break…
The car stops…she wakes up…realizing she had been dreaming his dream (which he shared with her last week over a sudden phone call)…
She smiles and texts him: “Have a screenplay ready for your dream. Willing to produce?”

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