കുന്നി | KUNNI.. Musical Short Cinema | Nikhil TT | Arun Narayanan | HD
[Sound of baby crying] [Chetta, what is the cost of the fish? ] [Rs. 600? My God! What price is that!] [Hello! Is this really fresh? ] Here’s the bottle. How did it go? Da, what happened? Did you give it? Why are you silent? Did you see her? — I was very serious and completely ready when I went to tell her You saw. She’s just… She’s just what? So you didn’t give it today also? What are you saying? It’s been how many days now? [Sound of baby crying] With her there is a fat kid? A fatty? He is so vain. That fellow made fun of me the most. With what did he make fun of you? Who is he to make fun of you? Shah Rukh Khan? Why did you go to care for his pride? Are you going to marry him? Eda, did I know? If you wait for his pride to settle, you will never give it to her. Eda, let me say. It’s been how many days now!
[Faint sound of a baby crying in the distance] Eda, wasn’t it you who told me yesterday that she smiled at you? [Grinning] She smiled. On the way back after school let out. Eda, really. Mother promise. Boast, right? I’m going to stop this. My mother has started asking questions . I’m going to go straight home after class. I can’t do this. How long now. Eda, it’s not this that matters. You have to be able to look into a girl’s eyes –eyes- and speak. This is a kind of technique. That’s how I do it. When did you do it? Is that the problem here? Look here. Look here. You need courage. Strong courage. [Hey, she has come again! Is this really your child? Eh? ] Get out of here immediately. You’ve been around here for a long time. Hey, you come here! [Sound of baby crying loudly]
This child doesn’t look like her child. It’s a fair child. This child doesn’t look like her child. It’s a fair child. She’s been sitting here for a long time. She’s not answering a word even after I questioned her. I don’t think she’s a Malayali. . I think she’s Hindi-speaking. Do you understand Hindi? Whose child is this? Did you steal the child? Why is the child crying? Can’t you feed the child milk or something? These people can’t be believed. They are crooks. [Haven’t you heard of children being stolen from different places? They steal children from the yard. Even the hospital! We read about it daily in the newspaper. They should be send scampering.] They are coming. Your Priya is also with them. Go and give it now. I’ll take care of the other guy. I’ll give it. I’ll give it. I’ll give it in front of you. Is that okay? Brother, please look after this baby. I’ll come now. What is this, da? What is this? Sambar? please look after this baby. I’ll come now. What is this sister? Sister??? Sister what are you doing? Why did you accept the child? I didn’t accept it. She gave it to me. What is this! Ayyo,.. Eda, Hari. Eda, Eda, come here. Sister! Please take the child and go. The child is crying. What? The child is crying. Eda, she ran that way. Why did you accept the child? What crying is this! Take the child and keep it there. . Keep here? . Then what else should we do! What should I do? Eda, do something. You call… I’ll go call her and come. Look there brother, she’s giving the child and going. Hari, Hari [Kunni listening to the child’s cry is slowly lost in the moment and goes back to the past] [Kunni nostalagises the lullaby his mother used to sing to him in his childhood] [[[Don’t cry child, vavo, vavo. Mother’s Kunni, vavo vavo. ]]] [Kunni nostalagises the lullaby his mother used to sing to him in his childhood] [song] humming Humming Arrirarro…. With kajal-lined eyes, Kunni, how beautiful you are When the kajal smudges upto your ears, Kunni, don’t cry playfully What is the need for kajal, bangle and anklet, for you? Full colours, full eyes, filled dreams – all are full of your memories. When I see you, a flower blooms within me. When I see you, my heart is filled with nectar. Arrirarro…. Mangoes grow among the beautiful field’s ridges. You must fly high, and jump and pick those mangoes. Kunni, you must give me kisses and become mother’s dearest child. Kunni, you must give me kisses and become mother’s sweetest child. Full colours, full eyes, filled dreams- all are full of your memories. When I see you, a flower blooms within me. When I see you, my heart is filled with nectar. Thank you so much. oh.. It’s okay. We are people who sing on trains. That train? On the train? Song meaning… Pattu (song). Pattu (song). They are people who sing on the train. Yes, yes. It’s mother… is my… sister… chechy (sister). Ente chechy (my sister) she died. We have no one else here We have to go back. This song? Song? Pattu? Ah..am.. Amma.. My… Amma pattu (mother’s song).. Is this the bus? Come. Here, keep this.