Story for a short film yet to be canned, dedicated to all those who live for others,every women(mother/sister/friend/wife) and Komal.:P
Mani an alcoholic truck driver had the last glass of his drink for the night and was on the move to the neighboring town, his hands were shaky and eyes had shrunken in response to the night and alcohol consumed. The truck passed through the twists and turns common to the highway in this part of the country, somewhere ahead on the same road was Ali, who was walking back home from a party, wearing to the trends with headphone attached and responding to a weak female voice on the other side of the phone. He was so involved in the conversation that by the time he saw Mani’s truck he was already brushed by the truck on its way and fell to a distance on the side of the highway.
Faraz rode his bullet as fast as he could so as to reach Ali’s apartment before the ambulance that carried his paralyzed friend reached its destination. Asif opened the door of their friend’s apartment. Both had a sad face the reasons for it being obvious. The later enquired about their paralyzed friend’s depressed state and the former with a negative nod asked about the health of the weak female voice that was on the other side of the phone, and the reply was more negative.
After the ambulance left Ali’s apartment, both his friends tried to joke around and make the atmosphere as happy as they could to make their friend feel better, another reason was to keep his mind as busy as possible and not let him think about the girl on the other side of the phone. But that didn’t help him back from his depressed state of mind, until finally the girl’s voice asked for him on his phone. They talked hours on the phone, hours multiplied more minutes turned into days and days piled on and a week passed by. A fresh air of life blossomed Ali’s face, the clouds in his life gave way for sunshine.
The 1959 Talat Mehmood hit song “Jalte hai Jiske Liye” might have been their favorite that she used to sing it for him. It was just another day when Ali wanted to hear it once more, now that it has been high time since she sang for him. He listened to it with his face bright, laying on his bed he dreamt of a good day when he could walk again, his both friends who entered his room joined his happiness, they smiled at last for his happiness, she sounded sweet and engaging and all of a sudden her sound became vary, she coughed a bit, and yet continued her song, coughed more, the song ended, cough led into vomiting, and she spat out, someone on her background shouted loud for doctor and engage tone bleeped for a second and the call ended.
Ali looked insanely at Asif and Faraz, both of them didn’t know how to react to the fate of a friend who was stepping into happiness after being paralyzed, and the loss of the voice on the other side of the phone, who gave herself away bringing smile to their friend while suffering from a throat cancer.
