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Rahul, how does one fall in love? - Love...?
Love just happens. How, you and I never know.
Namaskar to all Indians in Canada.
Let me tell you something important.
An Indian photographer Mr Rahul Sharma staying in Vancouver...
for the last four years is exhibiting photographs today...
in Richment shopping mall. You must go and see his works.
Because, you will find an Indian bride's image...
through the eyes of Mr Rahul Sharma.
Stop, Rahul. C'mon, stop.
I looked for you everywhere.
Four years!
You're in front of me, I still can't believe my eyes.
Are you angry with me?
How are you?
Buddy, I know what I made you do was wrong.
You asked me to get married, and then you vanished.
Didn't you ever miss me?
You always said, I'd really fall in love someday.
But... - No buddy, I couldn't marry Esha.
Maybe we were not made for each other.
I was in her sight, but her eyes were always searching for someone else.
She was before me, but not with me.
Then how could I marry her?
And Esha...?
She's still waiting for him.
I reasoned with her. But she feels he'll come someday. Can't help it.
I find the guy strange, too. He's in love with love...
he talks with the wind, he lives in the skies, he flies.
Wonder who he is.
All I want to know is that...
if he loves her truly, why hasn't he appeared as yet?
Why didn't you tell me? - Had you been in my shoes...
what'd you have done?
She still awaits you.
Go.