Charulata (1964)

Madhavi Mukherjee: Charulata, wife

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• Amal : All done with studies, exams, professors, cutting classes.

  Charulata : What's left? Foolishness and mischief?

  Amal : Poetry. Rhythm. You know, I was thinking.

  Charulata : What?

  Amal : All of life is like a rhythm. Birth, death. Day - night. Happiness - sorrow. Meeting - parting. Like the waves on the ocean, now rising - now falling. One complements the other.

• Bhupati Dutta : You're very lonely aren't you?

  Charulata : Oh, I'm used to it now.

  Bhupati Dutta : Loneliness isn't something to get used to, Charu.

• Amal : [singing]  The cuckoo roams from bower to bower, Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, she cries...

  Charulata : You still sing?

  Amal : [singing]  Deep within my heart is yearning, Alas, alas, I know not why

• Amal : I need to do something. What should I do?

  Charulata : From the way you're going on, it's very clear.

  Amal : What?

  Charulata : Get married.

  Amal : Oh! The female mind always...

• Amal : What's this?

  Mandakini : Slippers for the master.

  Amal : [singing]  What good fortune my cousin has!

  Charulata : [singing]  You shall have what he has

  Amal : You mean slippers?

  Charulata : A wife.

• Amal : "Lonesome Melodies"?

  Charulata : Loathsome melodies.

  Amal : Lonesome Melodies!

  Charulata : Loathsome melodies.

• Charulata : [discussing the writings of Bankim-babu]  What descriptions! His women are so beautiful! So much perfection isn't right. They make me feel ugly. They're all so beautiful. Mrinalini's beautiful, Radharanfs beautiful, Saibalini's beautiful, Kapalkundala's beautiful...

  Amal : And Kundanandini?

  Charulata : She's beautiful too, but not perfect.

  Amal : Lutfunnessa's not perfect either. She's too tall and her lips are bit thin.

  Charulata : And she's dark-skinned.

• Charulata : [singing]  Every bud, And every blossom, Nods and sways, In the gentle breeze, Rippling, laughing, In wave and billow, The river flows, With carefree ease, The cuckoo roams, From bower to bower, Cuckoo, cuckoo, Cuckoo, she cries, Deep within, My head is yearning, Alas, alas...