Not Today (2021) Movie Script

Hello?
Hello.
I get a lot of negative
thoughts these days.
What kind of negative thoughts?
I feel like jumping from
the top of a building.
Since when do you
have these thoughts?
A week, the more I think about it,
the more I am determined to do it.
Sir, Can we do a video call?
No, sorry, don't
want a video call
Talk to me once, maybe
you'll feel better?
Risk Assessment?
Hello? Hello?
I feel like slitting my throat.
I can see blood
flowing out of me,
When I see the ceiling
fan, I feel like vomiting
because I can see a rope knot
hanging from the ceiling.
I want to kill myself.
Sir
But after a while,
I'm able to calm down and the
storm seems to have passed.
This happens quite often, I can't
understand how to deal with it.
Is this the first time
you're feeling like this?
No, happens quite often
Sir can I send someone from
our centre to meet you?
No No I don't want to meet anyone;
I just want to kill myself.
Show me the risk assessment.
So, listen... sometimes
there's more coming.
So, listen carefully.
Yes
Hello Hello,
suicide prevention centre?

Whoa, what a lovely voice, lets
die like Romeo and Juliet?

Why didn't you block the caller?
Ma'am, but if this same caller
needs our help in the future,
we should be available right?
Sure, but what if a genuine
caller can't reach us
because we're busy attending
to a prank caller?
In such a case, always block.
But Ma'am?
Block it.
Yes Ma'am.
Okay so we're done for the day.

Aliah you have great scope,
but too much emotion will
not only kill the caller,
it'll also kill you.
Okay?
Okay.
If a certain call is
disturbing, or important
from a training point of view,
we'll do a downloading session
after the call.
So, we'll just go through
what has happened
and what you felt during the call.
Okay?
Okay so now I think you should
just go home and relax.
All the best.
Thank You ma'am Mamta ma'am.
I won't let you down.
I saw the face of love once
Saved by her warm embrace
I let myself go
Now love has bloodshot
eyes and scars on her face
And she winces When I come close
I don't know how to love anymore
I don't know how to
wake in the morning
I don't know how to cry anymore
I don't know how
to feel anything
Now I am a shadow smoking
cigarettes by her grave
Tasting bitter drinks
of golden gloom
A man in a hooded cloak
says if I just follow him
He'll give my soul an empty room
I don't know how to love anymore
It's my first day Today.
I'm really scared.
This time I won't let you down.
Sorry.
I love you.
I don't like
When people type with too
many question marks you see
It makes me panic
My voice of reason has
a good vocabulary
I don't like
When people type with too
many question marks you see
It makes me panic
My voice of reason has
a good vocabulary
And the Values and ideals
I used to once abhor Are the
only things holding together
My superego and my id At war
And the Values and ideals
I used to once abhor Are the
only things holding together
My superego and my id At war
Said my Life is difficult
let's not get into it now
I told her
So I
Live in the present and
compartmentalize my life into folders
These are those who listen.
That's Gouri Dange.
She speaks Marathi, Hindi English,
Gujrati, Tamil Malayalam.
Nadi, Nadi Palshikar.
She's our senior most. Veteran.
Anjum Qureshi.
That's Pallavi Ullal.
Thanks, Pallavi.
Aliah you need to
read those rules.
It's mandatory.
Always remember these rules.
Okay?
Hum Sunenge Suicide
Prevention helpline.
How May I help you?
Madam, If I sing you a romantic
song, will you listen?
I,
Ashwin Mathur,
am taking my own life
of my own accord.
No one else is
responsible for this.
I'm not under any
kind of pressure.
Fuck Diwali.
Fuck it.
You have no experience.
Sir, can you please tell me your name?
What's your name?
Since when have you
been doing this?
Can you please tell
me your name sir?
So much panic?
How long have you
been at this job?
Sir, please can you
tell me your name?
My name is Arjun.
What's yours?
Sir, I'm Insiyah.
Insiyah.
How old are you?
Sir, what are you
feeling right now?
Stupid.
It feels like you
think I'm stupid.
You want to know all about
my personal life, but
you can't even tell me your age?
Sir. Sir.
Please try and understand.
I work for ''Hum Sunenge
helpline centre''
and I don't think it's necessary to
share anything personal on calls
I won't be able to give
you personal details.
- Oh come on
- Sir sir?
Relax. Call back
from the landline.


Hello? Sir, thank you
for taking my call.
First day?
Yes sir.
Sir, can you please tell me
why you have this urge
to end your life today?
Would you tell me?
Humans seem to want to
become Immortal right?
They do so many things to that effect.
Form a company, create art, have kids?
Sir, I'm sorry If I
said something wrong.
Sir are you okay?
I couldn't save her.
I'm a failure.
So, this is only fair.
- I'm trying to do a video call.
- Okay.
This is only fair.
Sir, can you
- Did he end the call?
- Yes.
Try calling him
from the landline.

Hello

Sir, what are you
feeling right now?
You're smart.
You've understood that
I'm an emotional person.
Good move.
It seems like you
feel what you say.
That's good.
And you also know what effect your
words have on the other person.
Sir, can you please tell me
what are you feeling right now?
Have you seen Silence
of the lambs?

You need to answer my question
to get an answer in return.
Quid pro Quo.
So why are you working
in suicide prevention?
I understand.
You lost someone? Okay.
Sir, do you like the food
served outside Mosques?
Which Mosque do you like visiting
for the food served outside it?
Do you smoke?
No.
It won't do to just answer questions.
The answers also need to be true.
I noticed in the video
call that you're a smoker.
Your lips give away
that you smoke.
Sir, I won't be able to share
my personal details with you.

See you smoke, you
messaged that you smoke.
Yes sir.
Should we take a cigarette
break on the video call.

''Mamta ma'am hates it.''
To hell with Mamta Ma'am!
Sir, tell me which mosque you like
for the street food sold outside it?
Mohammed Ali road.
But I stay far away from there.
That was a nice try.
Nice try.
So why don't you
yourself tell me
where our rescue team can come
to talk to you in person?
No No, please no. I
don't want to talk
I have no intention of
speaking to anybody.
You tell me,
do you pray the Namaaz?
No.
Are you an atheist?
Yes.
Since when?
It's been a while.
So why do you wear this burka?
Ridah.
Yes whatever.
For Mom and dad. Okay.
Sir, what can we do to get
you get off that terrace?
For that, you'll have to
bring her back to life.
- Sir?
- Who can bring her back?
- Sir?
- Can you?
Sir, are you there?
Sir?
Sir, are you there?
Yes, I'm here.
I was just lighting a cigarette
Okay.
Who did you lose?
That you decided to become a
suicide prevention counsellor?
Are your parents aware
that you work here?
No sir.
So, did you do anything
special for your first day?
I mean, any special
ritual, new clothes,
talking to someone
special, a man, a friend,
a special breakfast?
Anything for your first day?
Sir, the bohri community has
many cemeteries around the city,
where we go to pay our
respects the ones we've lost.
Yes?
Someone's looking at your phone.
Is your Mamta ma'am
sitting right behind you?
Yes sir.
Okay understood that you went to visit
someone's grave at the cemetery.
Yes sir.
Okay.
Sir tell me something
about yourself.
Where do you work?
Me?
I've been
a suicide prevention counsellor
for the past 10 years.

You have to
disconnect this call.
- Mamta ma'am please.
- NO, Listen to me.
NO, disconnect it right now.
Somebody more senior
has to take this over.

We have to do a downloading
session right now Aliah.
Please don't argue with me.
Just disconnect. Come on.
Come with me.

I need you to step down.


Insiyah.
Hello?
Hello? I'm right here,
Insiyah I'm here.
Sorry Sir.
Sir,
my name is not Insiyah.
Aliah
Aliah Rupawala.
I'm not Arjun.
I'm Ashwin.
Ashwin Mathur.
I'm glad you picked up my call.
Sir,
can you hold for a minute,
I'll just hail a rickshaw.
Sure
Just be on call please.
Yes, I'm right here.
Metro station.
Where do you stay?
Bhendi Bazar.
So, first metro, then I'll get
off at Andheri and take a train
get off at Grant road station.
Usually I take a bus from there
but today, I feel like going to
Marine drive, so I'll take a Taxi.
Sir, you've been working in
this field for so many years.
How different was your core
philosophy as compared to ours?
Here are the rules we
follow in our centre.
You'll take a look?
Stop here at the corner.
Thank you.
I won't get into much detail.
I'll just share with you
that, in our system,
we always prioritise the caller.
That's good.
We allow him to lead.
What I don't understand
This person is trying
to kill himself;
he's planning to jump from
somewhere, light himself on fire.
At this point at least
we should make him feel like the
most important person in the world.
He is the one who is paramount.
It's important to
understand what he needs.
Instead,
Allow him to lead!
Every case is different.
Let the case tell you
how to solve it.
I'm constantly getting
calls from your centre.
Another point.
If you don't first trust the caller
yourself, how will you earn their trust?
And if you don't share,
why would the other
person share with you?
Why will he trust you?
Another point.
I would recommend that you never
use your personal number.
I mean, who uses their personal
numbers for such calls.
You're allowing the other person to keep
bothering you in your personal life.
Sir
That's not the
safest thing to do.
Sir, can I please make
a call to my mother?
I just need to inform her
that I'm getting late.
Yes sure.
You'll stay on the call, right?
- Sir?
- Yes. I'm right here.
Hello? Hello?
- Hello?
- Mummy.
Yes Mum, I'm going to be late.
How late?
I might have to stay at Farida's.
Tonight.
What is this! If you'd
told me in time,
I wouldn't have cooked
dinner for you..

No. Sorry mom. Very sorry.
It was my first day so
took me some time to
understand things at work.
That's why I got late...
Mummy, are you angry with me?
No no, it's okay.
I have an extra t-shirt
so it won't be an issue.
Ok sure, Goodnight now
Goodnight.
Goodnight Mummy, sorry.
Hello? Just one
more call please.
Please stay on hold. Sir?
Yes, Yes go ahead
Hello?
How are you?
I'm good, Farida
How was your first day at work?
Big job and all ya. Now
you're a big banker!
No No Just a regular
job, nothing big.

Come on, what do you mean, nothing
big, of course it is, I know it!
Okay listen, I've gotten
really late at work today,
if you don't mind, can I
stay at yours tonight?
Yea sure sure! Why even ask?
I'll just tell mom.
Yes okay. Really sorry.
It was my first day.
There was a lot to learn.
I mean I'll settle
down in sometime, but
Okay Okay, no problem.
I'll wait up for you.
No no, I honestly don't know how long
I'll take, don't wait for me please?
Okay no problem, If I'm asleep and
mom opens the door, wake me up.
Okay okay Farida!
No problem at all!
And sorry!
- Okay Bye!
- Okay Bye
Hello? So sorry to keep you waiting.
Thank you for staying on hold...
Why do you keep
apologising so much?
I heard your conversations because
you accidentally merged the calls.
What's with these
endless apologies.
It almost seems like you believe
you don't deserve these people.
Aren't you there for your mum or
your friend when they need you?
Of course, I'm there for them.
So then?
You don't need to apologise
to the world all the time.
Okay Noted.
I'll mull on this awile.
Sir, you've been in line of
work for so many years now.
What has been your most
beautiful experience?
Beautiful?
What is so beautiful
about suicide?
It's okay, I get what you mean.
Sir, just a minute, I'm
getting off at my station.
There was this one boy.
Henry.
He used to stay in Bandra.
Around the Chuim Village.
But he didn't call us.
There was a fisherwoman,
Vaishali.
She called us regarding him.
Do people really call on
behalf of someone else?
No, doesn't happen often,
but sometimes it does.
That's nice
He used to buy Seawater
Fish from Vaishali.
2-3 times a month
but on Fixed days.
If he'd come on a Saturday, then
it would always be the same day.
Vaishali had a hunch
that he's depressed
but she never asked him personal
questions because he was a customer.
Although she knew his
house in that area.
One day when he didn't
show up on his fixed day,
Vaishali had an
unsettling feeling and
she decided to go visit him. She
asked around about his flat number.
Knocked on the door but
there was no answer.
Finally, she had have the
door broken, to get in.
She found him lying
unconscious in his apartment.
He had overdosed
on sleeping pills.
He was hospitalised immediately.
He was lucky.
With the help of a bowel wash, and
lots of medicines, he survived.
He used to live alone. Parents
were no more. He was just 25.
Henry met us only because
Vaishali introduced us to him.
He responded to our calls
and medications only
because Vaishali saved his
life and he was grateful.
That's really sweet.
During the festival of Diwali, he
went to visit Vaishali's family
and they made him their own.
Over time, Henry not only worked
on his suicidal tendencies
but also overcame
his loneliness.
Vaishali's family,
her husband and kids accepted
him as a part of their family,
and he began to feel better
and we got to be a part of
this beautiful process.
Amazing.
Amazing.
Yes maybe. But
not everyone is as
lucky as henry.
I know what you mean.
Everyone is not as lucky.
Driver, Marine Drive?
Do you have a lot of friends?
Actually, I didn't have a
lot of friends growing up.
Rukaiya and Farida that's all.
Now, Rukaiya has moved to the
USA, after getting married.
That's it. Please stop
ahead on the left.
Hello?
Shall we smoke?
Yeah.
Can we get on a video call?
Okay.
Sir, what are you doing?
Sir?
Aah, No nothing.

Sir how's your imagination?
What do you mean?

If someone narrates
a story to you,
are you able to visualise it?
I guess so.
Although I wish my imagination
wasn't that good.
Why?
Check your inbox.

Are you aware of the bohri
Mosque, the Raudat Tahera?
Yes, the one near Bhendi Bazar
Yes, this is the same mosque.
And that's my father Siraj.
He spends his day yakking with his
other retired friends, helping mum.

One afternoon, he was just sitting
around with his friends, sipping tea.
You are imagining right?
Yes, yes go on.
They were talking about me.
Some of our family friends
have just returned from the US
so their daughters refuse
to wear the Ridah.
For my father, the bohri
community is everything.
While I was growing up,
I've realized that
my father gets his sense of
belonging from the community.
So, when someone from the
community comes and informs him
that they've seen his daughter
roaming around without a Ridah,
It is a really big deal.
I also realised something
thanks to this incident,
that I can't change
who I am inside.
But I don't want to hurt anybody
by who I am on the outside.
Especially these two people.
Who adopted a 12 year
old depressed kid.
A kid who was older than
the general adoption age.

I'm extremely grateful to them
and it's only fair for me to be.
Your turn.
What?
No, what rubbish.
There's no 'my turn'
Quid Pro Quo.
Come on sir.
Aliah,
Now I get it.
Smoking together
on a video call,
sharing important
details of your life,
you're trying to play me up?
No Sir,
That's fine. It's interesting.
I get it.
Well played.
But no, there's no story.
Come on sir,
you don't have to physically go anywhere
for my story but for your story,
I'll actually go there.
Pick a place sir.
Pick a place sir.
Quid Pro Quo.
Chetna bar,
Bandra.
You'll wait right?
That depends
if you're there in 30 minutes.
Yes, yes I'll be there in 30.


My name is Sharan.
Ashwin called.
He's asked me to play
this song for you.
Please sit, I'll play
this song for you.

You reached?
Yes.
This table where you're seated,
my father has spent more than
half his life drinking here.
He was an alcoholic,
a passionate,
obsessive alcoholic.
My mother died right
after giving birth to me
and my dad
remained an alcoholic
right up to his death.
When I was a kid,
I used to get different
reactions to the same thing.
Once day, It would be
love, the next, anger
and something completely
different the third day.
When you told me you
were an orphan,

I found that really surprising.
Because
even though I had a father,
I used to feelI don't know.
I used to feel like an Orphan.
I was just an
I used to think of myself
as a failure in school.

I completed my graduation and
joined a school of art
for my post-graduation.
I studied advertising there
and I fell in love with it.
In fact, I even
found love there.
I met Rati
Ice cold water thrown
into a raging fire.
Water so cold, so calming,
that the man who desperately
needed to belong
stopped looking to.
He calmed down,
was able to breathe again.
We both started to
work in advertising.
Rati as an art director
and I, as a writer.
I won a lot of awards
We won a lot of awards.
Did you see that?
At the core,
kids like me always
remain selfish.
Anyway, so we won
a lot of awards
and our love grew deeply.
During this time,
I hadn't met my
father for two years.
I was happy with my life and
I didn't want to see him...
One day, out of the blue, I got to
know that my father had passed away.
The fact that I didn't
meet him in his last two years,
the fact that
I hadn't even
introduced him to Rati,
the fact that I'd been ashamed
that my father
was a drunkard.
It all hit me like a truck.
Two days after lighting
fire to his body,
I had my first drink.
I've sent you something on
WhatsApp, please check?

Is that you?
Gujarat, 12 years ago,
Dohadwala Orphanage.
A 12-year-old orphaned girl.
Aliah.
I was left there since my birth.
It said that orphans
deep down within,
believe that they don't
deserve anyone's love.
But I never felt that way.
Because I had found my dream
parent, my dream mother.
Tasneem.
I was a very very
special kid for her.
You're on a call while
crossing the road.
Why don't you stop
somewhere, sit and talk?
Here?
You know,
I don't think there's
ever been any other kid
who had less difficulty
in being an orphan
Tasneem used to push me to
really have a mind of my own.
The orphanage followed
the Bohri culture,
but because of Tasneem,
I became an atheist
in just a few years.
The world of books,
cinema, music from all
around the world,
Tasneem introduced me
to all forms of art.
Kids like us,
deep down always fear
that we won't get adopted.
But I used to feel
exactly the opposite.
Being adopted was
my biggest fear.
That ideal parent,
that no one has,
one who recognises your
potential, inspires you,
the one you aspire
to become like,
I had her.
Till the age of 12.
One day,
the matron took me in a
corner to talk to me.
I thought the day of
my adoption was here.
But it was worse.
She said that
Tasneem had left the orphanage
and no one knew where she went.
I got into depression.
I stopped eating or
drinking anything.
I used to keep crying.
Uncontrollable crying.
I used to ask everyone
about Tasneem,
but no one would tell
me anything about her.
And then one day,
my biggest fear
of being adopted ..came true.
I was being adopted,
by two very simple,
genuine people.
Siraj and Khairunissa Rupawala.
They gave me a new life.
Their way of expressing love
was quite different
from Tasneem's,
but
they gave me a new life,
a new home.
The worst thing about it all?
Tasneem went away from my
life so suddenly, so quickly
that after a few years,
her face started fading
away from my memory.
I curse my memory for not
being able to remember
everything about Tasneem.
I should be able to remember every
detail of her face, every line,
the texture of her
face, her expressions.
I mean we remember
such stupid details.
And all that is left, Are
you able to see this?
This is her ring.
The matron sent me this
a few months later.
And I have this picture.
That's it.

Check your WhatsApp.
This one picture
in where we can see her profile.
That's it.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Can't recollect her face
Where should I go next?
Kings circle.
Kings circle.
Tell me something,
why did your parents adopt
a 12-year-old girl?
Kids that age not
very emotional,
and don't require that much
physical attention or love.
Maybe adopting a 12-year-old
seemed more practical.
You can explain things
to a 12-year-old,
reason with them.
Maybe.
Yes, possible.
This building,
like the lives of a lot of people
like us, has just stopped mid-way.
I wonder what dreams the builder
must've had for this building
what he must've expected
But now it's neither just a
plot of land nor a building.
It's just something in between.
And it became a place to
hangout, for people like me.
We used to meet here
everyday after work
to do exactly
what my father spent
his entire life doing.
Everyday.
Up until my father was alive,
I always held a grudge against
him for not doing enough for me.
But the moment after he died,
I stopped being able to sleep
at night, because I felt
I didn't do anything for him.
In that smell of rum, in it's
bitterness, in those moments
when it would go inside me
and mix with my blood, the
hangovers, the dizziness,
in all of this, I
could see my father
and I used to become
one with him.
Finally I became a
full time alcoholic.
This started affecting my work.
Rati tried to help
numerous times.
She even suggested I join
alcoholics anonymous.
But I didn't listen.
Then one day, we
had a huge fight,
and in the middle of
that, we made love
and Rati got pregnant.
I think you've worn this Ridah,
then there's the humid
Mumbai weather
and you're climbing
Lets continue once
you reach the top


So, where were we?
She got Pregnant.
Yes,
Rati got Pregnant.
Normally, an
occurrence like this
shakes a person up,
makes them take stock,
change even.
Not me,
not at all.
The fear of having a baby, made
me dive into drinking even more.
I lost my job.
Now I would drink
through the day.
During the eighth month
of her pregnancy,
Rati told me that she wasn't okay with
our child having the kind of father
that I was turning out to be.
The kind of father I had.
So, she left.
After that I joined
alcoholics anonymous.
Soon after that we gave
birth to our daughter,
Anupama.
But
Rati didn't let me meet her
until I was six months sober.
She used to send
me her photos, but
I couldn't hold my child
in my arms for six months.
Rati used to live in
her own apartment,
her job was going well. There was
a maid to help with the kid.
Life was on track.
I used to go meet
them twice a week.
This went on for another year.
Then we decided to
sell my fathers house.
So I got involved in
cleaning that house.
One day, while cleaning
my father's cupboard,
I saw my photo
stuck on the right
side of the door.
Behind that photo,
were the lines,
''Of all the things I regret,
I regret losing you the most''
I'm sorry.
I cried so much that day.
I had ever cried
like that before.
After that, I had a drink
and then went to meet Anupama.
I mean what was I thinking?
That little girl told her mom
that my breath was
smelling of something.
Rati threw me out of the
house right that instant.
The next day, Rati had left
that house, that job and
this city all together.
A few days later, I
got to know that
she's returned to Chandigarh
to her parents' house.
I decided to let
them be for a while.
But I don't know, this time,
away from my family, all alone,
I couldn't get back
to advertising.
I needed something meaningful.
Something deeper.
I met a lady at
alcoholics anonymous
who introduced me to a
suicide prevention centre.
I joined and learnt the work
and became a suicide
prevention counsellor.
So, work kept me going.
On the other hand,
Anupama was growing up,
I used to try to follow
her on Facebook,
contact her on emails,
any way I could.
She blocked me.
So, I started following
her friends.
No, it was nothing,
it was just that
I wanted to see how
she was growing up,
what she looked like.
I just wanted to be
a part of her life.
What does she do, what
were her thoughts,
her lifestyle,
who were her friends?
I mean I
I just wanted to see my daughter
while she was growing up
and I had no other way left.
But slowly, Anupama
shut all doors on me.
15 years later, I got to know
that Rati passed away.
Someone from her extended
family informed me.
Her family didn't allow
me to attend her funeral.
They called upon goons to
throw me out of there.
I tried to meet
Anupama, but I just
couldn't. I just got
a glimpse of her.
She was a 15-year-old girl who
hadn't met her father for 15 years.
You know how strange that feels?
Sensing that your heart
is outside of your body
and not being able to reach it.
It's like part of your soul
now lives outside your body.
I came back to
Mumbai after that.
Since the time I was training,
I always to open a centre
based on my rules,
based on the principles that I had
gleaned while working in those 15 years.

It's your turn.
But before that,
I'm sending you an address.
Reach there

And tell me your
story on the way.
It's getting late
and we both have
places we should be.
I'll call you in 5.
You'd asked me earlier,
if I'd done something
special on my first day?
This morning, I'd gone to
visit Tasneem's grave.
A few years after I was adopted,
the matron was on her deathbed
and that's when she told me
that Tasneem had
committed suicide.
You know what I feel
most terrible about?
Tasneem always shared all
her happiness with us
but I could
never be a part of her sadness.
I wasn't there for her.
This one, here right?
Driver please stop
This is the building, right?

That's the code.
Okay.
That one right in front
of you is my desk.
That one?
Yes.
The office has been
shut for over a month.
I stopped going to
work two months ago.
People used to come to work but
there was no one
to run the office.
Eventually
the volunteers stopped
coming in as well.
That's when the office
stopped functioning
and, in few weeks, it'll
shut down completely.
The lease is about to expire.
There's a question that's
been bothering me.
Didn't find the
right time to ask.
I guess this is the
only time you have.
You were fairly sure
about what you were
planning to do?
Why did you call?
What made you call?
This has been all I've done
for the past 15 years.
Attending calls day and night.
The failure and success
of it depends on just one thing.
That even in..
In that state of mind,
one should make a call
if one could make a call
and give someone else
a chance to help.
To save a life.
So, I had decided that
If I ever find myself
in such a situation,
I'll definitely make a call.
I mean that's
ethics, right?
I'm glad you called...
Yeah whatever.
3 month ago, I got a call.
WhatsApp video call
from an unknown number.
It was 23-24-year-old girl.
The room was bathed in shadows,
and her face was only
partially visible.
But one could make out
that the room and
the girl were in a bad state.
Her face was also covered
with her long hair so I
couldn't see her clearly.
And then suddenly she
showed me her wrist.
There were
a lot of needle marks.
She then moved her hair aside
and I could see her face.
My Anupama
She had called,
because she wanted me to
always remember that I
failed as a father.
I may be running
a suicide prevention centre, I
maybe some well known counsellor,
I may have won many awards but
but all that meant nothing.
It didn't mean that
I was a success.
Then almost out of the blue,
she slit her wrist
in front of me.
I mean
I lost my mind. I just
I just couldn't do anything.
I just kept looking at her.
I didn't know where she was,
I didn't know how far
she was from me.
I couldn't even leave
her alone on the call
I just kept looking at her.
I couldn't leave her,
and I couldn't help her.
Sir, we don't have any
control over our childhoods,
but we all need to take
responsibility of our lives.
You introspected, you tried.
It wasn't your fault sir.
Sir.
Sir?
Sir?
- It's time. I deserve this.
- No No No No
Sir, sir you don't deserve this.
Sir, sir.
Sir cases like henry are
rare, but they do happen.
Sir please sir.
So many people would want
a father like you sir.
Oh, give me a break.
Hello Aliah.