14th February 2035 7:21 pm
It’s been 2 years since Ravi’s death. Shanti notices India for the first time. She dismisses it as cluttered, chaotic and without a discernible aesthetic. She prefers to argue with Ravi’s ghost, but the guilt is too thin to savour and time feels oddly diluted. Shopping is better.
And days… Pass like clouds,
in countless shapes and colours, but no weight or sound.
And I trace my steps,
back to the place, where we first met.
Try to find a feeling, but I can't force myself.
And days, turn to sallow nights.
Raging cows and traffic, burning holes in my eyes.
And a bum starves to death on the other side of the street.
Pretty girls all made of glass, drop shopping bags
right in front of me.
I can stop and stare, but I won't feel a thing.
And days ooh.
And days ooh.
Child, I’m afraid it’s all slipping away now.
(Dialogue from Notorious - Hitchcock ,1946.)
Cary Grant: I can’t help recalling some of your remarks, about being a new woman. Daisies and buttercups, wasn’t it?
Ingrid Bergman: Oh you idiot! What are you sore about? You knew very well what I was doing.
CG: Did I?
IB: You could have stopped me with one word, but you didn’t… Didn’t you tell me to go ahead?
CG: A man doesn’t tell a woman what to do, she tells her self… You almost had me believing in that hokey pokey miracle of yours, like a woman like you could ever change her spots.
IB: Oh you’re rotten!
CG: That's why I didn’t try to stop you.
IB: Oh you never believed in me anyway. So what’s the difference?
CG:Lucky for the both of us I didn’t. It wouldn’t have been pretty if I’d believed in you. If I’d figured, she’d never be able to go through with it. She’s been made over by love …
IB: I hate you …
CG: There’s no occasion to you’re doing good work, just keep on your toes, there’s a tough jump around…
IB: Is that all you have to say to me?
CG: Dry your eyes baby, it’s out of character.
Days don't weigh more than
the thoughts can’t be placed oh.
And I can't be weighed against,
the weight of what few days remain.
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