Tina: My lovely Anjali.
Happy birthday.

Today, you're 8 years old.

And I'm sure, you'll definitely
be like your father.

... Eyes like him. Face like him.
Isn't it, Anjali?

L. Angali: No, I'm like you.

Tina: Tell me Anjali,
does your father still sleeps
with his shoes on?

L. Angali: Yes …

Tina: When will he quit this habit?

You're a big girl today, Anjali.

The things which I'm going
to tell you today,
You'll understand it clearly.

Today, I'm going
to tell you a story.

This story has
me and your father.

... and Anjali.

L.Angali: Anjali … ?!