“Ain’t she sweet ?” This is the remark reserved for Vishal Bhardwaj’s heroines.
She talks softly , giggles when in hordes, lowers her eyes when talking to elders , and is seldom seen without garish make-up and seriously ethnic outfits.
She is forever found on the terrace , watering the gardenias with a gigantic watering can , looking dewy-eyed out for their prince charming arriving in a dust cloud on the faraway village road.
She sings loudly only in the bathrooms , where, we presume , she is permitted to produce certain other unparliamentary noises too. She never swears or burps.
“Ain’t She sweet ?”
By the way, she never voices her opinions , in fact she never voices anything , and demurely marries whosoever their thakur father decides appropriate . She never rants or raves, never falls in love, is a brilliant student and a perfect match for thakur’s rich friend’s way ward son.
She suffers in silence and smiles sweetly while suffering too.
“Ain’t she sweet ?”
She talks softly , giggles when in hordes, lowers her eyes when talking to elders , and is seldom seen without garish make-up and seriously ethnic outfits.
She is forever found on the terrace , watering the gardenias with a gigantic watering can , looking dewy-eyed out for their prince charming arriving in a dust cloud on the faraway village road.
She sings loudly only in the bathrooms , where, we presume , she is permitted to produce certain other unparliamentary noises too. She never swears or burps.
“Ain’t She sweet ?”
By the way, she never voices her opinions , in fact she never voices anything , and demurely marries whosoever their thakur father decides appropriate . She never rants or raves, never falls in love, is a brilliant student and a perfect match for thakur’s rich friend’s way ward son.
She suffers in silence and smiles sweetly while suffering too.
“Ain’t she sweet ?”
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