Stree (स्त्री)

O Stree come tomorrow

O Stree come tomorrow

Prakash.

Prakash...

Prakash!

O Stree come tomorrow

"The heart's completely open, with no hook or button..."

"No button."

"Dreams are larger than life..."

"...and a mind that cares for no one."

"...cares for no one."

"My dreams are too big to fit in this city."

"Bigger than the city..."

"I can fix your pain with just a smile."

"I am the tailor of Heart."

"Like a bird soaring in the skies."

Hey...

"I am the tailor of love."

"Like a bird soaring in the skies."

"I am the tailor of Heart."

"Stitch me a beautiful dress, sweetheart..."

"...which makes me look more charming."

"I am the tailor of Heart."

"Like a bird soaring in the skies."

"I am the tailor of Heart."

Uncle...you start this charade in every festival, don't you?

Vicky, there's still time.

But, this is no ordinary ink.

These are crushed bones of a bat mixed with the pee of a white crow.

That's how this ink is prepared.

Uncle, sell these stories to those who like reading Aesop's fables.

We're the modern generation.

The entire city believes in this ignorance.

Vicky, any house that has this ink outside their house...

...will always be safe from 'Stree'.

I see...

Have you ever heard that the Ambani's daughter was possessed?

Or the Tatas or Birla's were haunted.

I know she will come.

Loosen your pockets and let me finish writing.

Uncle, don't forget to write on our wall too.

And listen, write it in bold.

Otherwise, she might not read it and come right in.

Yes, I will.

Your mouth will end up like that aunty.

Close the gate, mister.

Or the cow will barge in.

I am the watchman as well.

So you finally found time to come home.

What's the matter?

- You should also come with me from tomorrow. - I don't need to.

The sewing machine gives me all the exercise I need.

And, you don't need this either.

Or soon you'll be hanging from a hanger.

Was that a joke?

And you're trying to be wise.

I'm already observing a fast for the next four days.

And, you're making me waste my energy.

- Another fast? - Focus on your job.

Soon the ladies will queue up.

I've told you before stop taking alteration work.

"Loosen the petticoat, tighten my blouse."

We'll only accept orders for stitching new clothes.

Brand new clothes only.

Only?

And what will you do for the rest of the year, son?

Ring the bell.

Daddy, explaining you is impossible.

Listen...

Listen... Listen... Listen...

You should spend some time learning how to run the shop.

Otherwise, if someday your dad passes away...

...you won't be able to run the show alone.

Even if Death comes himself to collect your soul, you won't die.

Even when your fingers will become frail, you'll still be altering lady's dresses.

Son, soon you'll be following in my footsteps.

Daddy, I wasn't born to alter lady's dresses.

Then what are you destined for, son?

I don't know yet, dad. But I will know pretty soon.

Let them in.

How are you, brother Vicky?

Stitch a dress for me.

Take down sister-in-law's measurements.

Step back a little.

Length;48, Shoulder; 14.5.

- Take off the shawl, sister-in-law. - Yes.

Arm-hole;16, Wrist; 7, Chest; 38, waist; 42.

Turn around, sister-in-law.

Hip;44, Neck:10

Deep or Medium?

No, not deep.

Keep it medium.

Deep's better, sister-in-law. It's in fashion these days.

You'll look nice.

I am telling you, my son is the tailor-incarnation of God.

Do you want it tighter?

The shoulder on this dress...

But this idiot doesn't respect his own talent.

What is this boy, Khan sir? What is he?

I've stitched thousands of clothes.

But the way his fingers moves on the machine...

...feels like God's fingers moving on the machine.

The way he handles the scissors sounds like Goddess Saraswati's playing her Veena.

When he puts a thread in the needle, I can hear conches resonating in my ears.

I am sure it's some connection from his past life.

"I am the tailor of Heart."

"Like a bird soaring in the skies."

"I am the tailor of Heart."

I'll be back in 10 minutes, dad.

Break time.

"I am the tailor of Heart."

Hi.

Hi...

- Is your name Vicky? - Yes.

I saw you last year at the festival.

Okay...

I've heard a lot about you.

I don't live here, but I come every year during the festival.

I see... okay.

- Can you stitch a dress for me? - Okay.

- How long? - 2 weeks.

Can't you do it earlier?

How about 10 days?

I want it on the last day of the festival.

To wear it during the auspicious veneration.

Vicky, please.

Give it earlier.

It's okay.

I'll get it done by someone else.

Thank you.

Two days... Two...

- Two days. - Thank you so much.

My measurements.

Take off the jacket.

Turn around.

Turn.

Again.

Done.

Ohh...

Thank you.

I'll be visiting the temple in the evening.

Good.

For the evening veneration.

Very good.

Visiting the temple...

Okay.

One.

Saw?

She doesn't even look at you, and you can already hear wedding bells.

And you're Mister know-it-all, aren't you?

Whenever I pass through her lane, she always looks at me.

No, she doesn't, she stares at you.

Are you all right?

Will you say something? What happened?

- Love at first eye-sight. - First eye-sight.

Love at first sight.

We both attended the English Speaking course together.

Don't try to be Shakespeare.

Who is the girl?

The same girl who attended the festival last year.

The one with brown eyes.

- One with the long hair. - Yeah...

The one you bragged about last year?

I wasn't bragging.

She came out of nowhere like a cool breeze.

Took my hand and said...

"Vicky, please!"

She held your hand.

Ba***

- And she even said please? - Yes.

He is lying and you believe him.

Swear on my sewing machine.

She held your hand and said, Vicky, please.

"Vicky, please!"

Vicky, please!

"Vicky, please!"

That's what I am saying, Vicky, please.

You have no emotions at all.

Give me your hand.

"Vicky, please!"

Now that's emotion.

But why you?

She wants me to stitch a dress.

Stitch a dress.

I have a readymade dress shop.

Who gets dresses stitched nowadays.

You idiot, stitched dresses have a different charisma.

And love is never readymade.

It's always tailor-made.

Right.

"Vicky, please!"

Bro put it on my tab.

Jealous.

She held this hand.

Smell it.

Sunflower.

I think you should start planning your wedding.

Even I can hear wedding bells, Jana.

Hey, ...snap out of your dream world.

Today is the first day of the festival.