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My Favorite Fabric / Mon tissu préféré (2018) - Excerpt 2 (French subs)

Uploaded: Jun 4, 2018

Directed by : Gaya Jiji , Produced by : Gloria Films Production , Genre: Fiction - Runtime: 1 h 34 min , French release: 18/07/2018 , Production year: 2017.

Damascus, March 2011. in the midst of the rumblings of revolution, nahla, a young woman of 25, is torn between her desire for freedom and her hopes of leaving the country through an arranged marriage with samir, a syrian who has emigrated to the United states. However, samir prefers her younger and more docile sister, Myriam. Consequently, nahla grows closer to her new neighbor, Madame Jiji, who has just moved into her building in order to open a brothel.

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[daintydongyoung]

jinko milna tha, mil gaya

jisko milni thi, mil gayi

hum aapko kaise batayei

aapko dekh ke jaan hi nikal gayi 😭😭😭

jiji dwara likhi gayi adarniya phanbin jijaji ke like prem kavita 💕

i'll register you for this shortly dw 😍

[msbhagirathi]

IPKKND INCORRECT QUOTE - (2/n)

Payal rushed out of the SUV as they reached the supposedly 'suicide' spot- Scandal Point.

Arnav : Bohot hi stupid plan hai, itne loopholes hain. Tumhari jiji sahi keh rhi thi. Agar mujhe pata hota ki Akash ne kahan se kudna hai toh mujhe usse bachane jana chahiye ya tumhe ghar aake letter dena chahiye.

Khushi : Arre toh isme humari kya galti hai. Agar aapko theek se juth bhi nahi bolna aata. Agar aap kisiko aapni baat bhi nahi manwa sakte, toh matlab humara plan 'bekar' ho gaya...? Yeh kya baat hui...?

Khushi : Aap toh jiji ko keh sakte the na ki Akash ji aapki baat sunne ko bhi taiyyar nahi the, aur unhone aapko jald se jald, jiji ko woh chitthi dene ko kahan tha, toh woh toh maan hi jati na...?

Khushi : Apne aap ko bohot bada businessman kehte hain. Bade aaye, laad governor. *hmphs*

*Arnav giving his (in)famous ASR glare to her but to no effect*

*Khushi exasperated, gives him a side eye roll, walks away to her jiji*

Arnav : *splutters* Dammit...mere dimag mein kyun nahi aaya yeh.

Bitwa's Shaatir Dimag : Coz I don't like to work around that girl, we already had a talk about this.

Arnav : Yeah, right. How did I forget that, now shut up. *walks away*

Hehehe lol. Bitwa's Shaatir Dimag had a wild card entry.

Next One!

[okitoozawa]

Cara Membuat Dapur Asia di Rumah Anda Sendiri

Dapur Asia modern, namun tradisional. Meskipun Anda mungkin memiliki lemari es bergaya Asia, ada beberapa hal penting yang perlu dipertimbangkan saat membuat ruang yang terinspirasi dari Asia. Pertama, pilih wastafel undermount stainless steel dengan garis yang bersih. Jika Anda tidak yakin apakah Anda ingin baskom tunggal atau ganda, Anda selalu dapat menggantinya jika mau. Dan Anda juga dapat menemukan mesin pencuci piring stainless steel, microwave, dan peralatan lainnya dengan garis-garis halus yang menyatu dengan dekorasi Asia.

Gaya Mewah Ruang Dapur Asia

Tergantung di mana Anda berada di Asia, Anda dapat menyiapkan hidangan dari berbagai daerah. Masakan Asia Tenggara meliputi Thailand, Laos, Kamboja, Vietnam, dan negara-negara Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapura, dan Brunei. Masakan di daerah ini semuanya memiliki bahan dasar yang sama tetapi berbeda dalam hal lain. Beberapa daerah di wilayah ini memiliki lebih banyak makanan tradisional daripada yang lain, seperti ayam panggang, ikan yang diasinkan, atau sushi. Masakan Asia lainnya menggunakan bumbu yang berbeda, jadi bereksperimen dengan bahan-bahan ini akan membantu Anda membuat profil rasa baru.

Tempura: Teknik memasak Asia lainnya adalah tempura. Teknik Jepang ini melibatkan pemukulan dan penggorengan bahan-bahan tertentu untuk mempertahankan rasa alaminya. Udang, kerang, dan ayam sering ditampilkan dalam gaya memasak ini. Bahan umum lainnya adalah santan, jahe, dan jeruk nipis. Mereka juga populer di kari India selatan. Untuk pengalaman dapur Asia terbaik, pertimbangkan untuk mencoba hidangan ini! Anda akan segera menciptakan dapur Asia baru!

Desain Khas Dinding Dapur Asia

Koki di JiJi Asian Kitchen terkenal dengan kreativitas mereka dalam menggunakan desain modern sambil membawa peradaban kuno ke masa kini. Restoran ini menawarkan menu lengkap masakan Asia yang memikat, bersama dengan dekorasi yang terinspirasi oleh budaya Mongolia. Buat reservasi sebelum makan di sini untuk hidangan yang akan memuaskan semua orang di grup Anda. Pemesanan online juga tersedia. Ada banyak tempat parkir di restoran. Anda juga dapat bersantap di pesta pribadi.

Pengulas di Midtown Lunch memuji makanan di Midtown Lunch karena tidak semanis kebanyakan restoran berantai Asia yang di Amerikanisasi. Faktanya, makanan di sini lebih pedas daripada di restoran berantai, dengan dinding saus pedas yang dipajang. Tetapi jika Anda bukan penggemar saus pedas, ini bukan restoran untuk Anda. Konsep di balik kombinasi rasa adalah pendekatan unik terhadap makanan di Midtown Lunch.

Faktor Penting Saat Mendesain Dapur Asia

Wajan adalah barang penting lainnya untuk dapur Asia. Bentuknya yang seperti mangkuk berarti Anda dapat memasak dengan lebih sedikit minyak dan waktu, menghasilkan hidangan yang lebih sehat. Wajan juga memungkinkan Anda untuk mengukus makanan, termasuk sayuran, dan memiliki sisi yang tinggi, menjadikannya alat yang sempurna untuk menggoreng dan menggoreng. Anda juga bisa menggunakan kukusan bambu untuk menambah cita rasa pada proses memasak. Jika Anda ingin benar-benar berpetualang, Anda juga dapat membeli kapal uap bambu.

Masakan Asia Selatan tidak dikenal luas seperti makanan Asia lainnya, tetapi memiliki asal-usul budaya yang berbeda. Daging kambing dan susu adalah makanan pokok di Tajikistan dan Kazakhstan, dan hidangan nasi tradisional disebut Kabuli Pulao. Di India, Anda dapat menemukan berbagai hidangan daging, nasi, dan hidangan sayuran. Anda bahkan dapat memilih saus dan hiasan jika Anda mau. Terakhir, ada banyak hidangan yang menyajikan telur, jadi Anda pasti akan menemukan yang Anda sukai. Desain dapur asia juga sekarang banyak diterapkan pada bangunan rumah baru yang dijual dan jika anda tertarik anda bisa temukan di rumahdaerah.com.

[umfilmibom]

Mi tela favorita

النسيج المفضل لدي

Gaya Jiji

Siria

2018

[imaginariaextraordinaire]

My Favourite Fabric (Mon Tissu Préféré)

[flyingalongthesehnsucht]

Movie Crush #7

Mon tissu préféré, Gaya Jiji (2018)

A Damas, au printemps 2011, la révolution populaire gronde en Syrie. Face à cette émulsion urbaine, Nahla (Manal Issa), jeune femme de 25 ans, s’émancipe de son carcan quotidien en apprenant à apprivoiser ses désirs.

Son existence est en effet bien morne. Vendeuse dans un magasin de prêt-à-porter, son salaire aide à payer le loyer de l’appartement qu’elle partage avec sa mère et ses deux sœurs cadettes. La situation financière de la famille est fragile, et cette précarité est renforcée par le climat de tension et de guerre civile qui est sur le point d’éclater.

Tout semble basculer lorsque Nahla fait la rencontre de Samir, un Syrien établi aux Etats-Unis et revenu au pays pour prendre femme. Cependant, l’entrevue ne se passe pas comme prévu en raison de la malice un peu brusque de la jeune femme. Déstabilisé, Samir jette finalement son dévolu sur sa sœur, Myriam (Mariah Tannoury).

Blessée, Nahla se met encore davantage en retrait de la cellule familiale, qui est obnubilée par les préparatifs du mariage et le prochain départ pour fuir la guerre.

Elle se rapproche alors de la nouvelle voisine, Madame Jiji (homonyme de la réalisatrice), qui a ouvert une maison close dans son immeuble. Ce monde de plaisirs, où les interdits et les secrets sont bannis de l’appartement, engage Nahla à s’évader dans ses rêves.

Celle-ci y retrouve chaque fois le même homme mystérieux, interprété par Metin Akdülger. Très chastes, ses rêveries sont partagées à égalité entre la fascination pour le désir masculin (ici très efféminé) et le satin de la robe dans laquelle elle apparaît toujours.

On comprend alors que, faute d’expérience vécue, Nahla s’isole dans un idéal où son homme (à défaut d’amant) lui demande de rester, de ne pas partir, et fait preuve de tendresse sans désir. Enfermée dans ce processus cyclique, la découverte des activités au sein de la maison close fait l’effet d’un détonateur dans l’esprit de la jeune femme.

Mon tissu préféré, à mon sens, propose le récit -très- métaphorique du passage du rêve à la réalité des désirs pour une jeune femme libre, indépendante mais seule et incertaine, qui plus est dans un monde en plein chaos.

Le grain de l’image capte les émotions les plus subtiles des personnages, et Manal Issa porte somptueusement le rôle principal : elle crève l’écran à mes yeux.

Actualité

Le film, présenté dans la catégorie Un certain regard à Cannes, est en salle depuis le 18 juillet. 

[theysaywhatasadsight]

hi choco something redacted (derogatory) happened. tryna distract. wassa. <3 kaisi ho beloved

Hello baby ji nothing bus reading nwh fix its lmao mera life itna boring ho gaya hai na jiji

[paneerlajwanti]

pyaar and baalti bhar ka pagalpan (keep reading coz baalti is full and i dont want to overwhelm y'all with too much words dear mobile phone users, website users "j" click karo to skip this post if uninterested, baaki public chup chaap read my love story

okay imagine devdas minus the alcoholism and the angst

nahi matlab woh level ka nasha chal raha hain on the group

kindly duly note nobody is intoxicated with substance but

me and ss have been so drunkenly in love with each other on the gc

and the rest of squad is like jiji sahi chal raha hain, popcorn pass kar

ss is feeling a lot of things after she has voicenotes ka shower with her best friend of many years and also person she is irrevocably in love with

two bisexuals in love with their best friend who love each other op in the chat kahaan hain

coz ss is communicating only with voicenotes on the group and mere dimaag pe aag lag gaya hain full on

and she's saying stupidly cute stuff and she is doing weird accents and she read out this sentence in a voice

and i didnt know i could fall more in love with a person than i already am because behen yaar yeh kya mast hain yaar

and she is so fucking cute?????????

i said "smoked aubergines with ground nut and spiced tomatoes garnished with coriander and a dash of lemon"

coz masterchef bahut hi dekh liya hain iss gadhi ne

but like yaar aaj ka din hi kya beautiful thaa yaar and to end it with this, i think im winning

coz my stupid ass had to say shit like

"stfu ss i will steal your keyboard if you ever ever ever type i will break your fingers and then carress your knuckles, thats besides the point. but please communicate only only in voicenotes"

and then squad is like

I feel like I shouldn't be here for this convo

O MA GAWD

Okay gopika your sadist half is showing

then theyre finally like please

"SS I'm gonna send you away because you're keeping gopika from sending me the video and I wanna send before 10 to ma'am"

"go yeet away"

and then ss spends the next three minutes repeating the word yeet because she is obsessed with it

guys i love her once again and a little more than before

[qalma-e-azadi]

You've only had this URL for a month cabby. It's not two months. I'm sure of it. *Nods*

theek hai jiji utna hi arsa hua hoga waise bhi time ka perception meri zindagi se tata bye bye ho gaya hai kyunki jindagi jhandwa to kya sundwa kya mundwa

[bucksbisexual]

roaaa ojalá estés teniendo un muy buen día ^.^ (o noche jiji) aaaaah no sabía a quién más decirle pero estaba reviendo gaya sa pelikula y en el episodio en que vlad conoce a anna (que se queja de los platos sucios) dice "cucharita" todo enojado 😂😂 me sorpende y divierte un buen cuando dicen palabras en español de la nada ay de verdad amo esta serie. (pd. perdón si ya no estás haciendo lo de spanish day pero tenía que decirle a alguien lo de cucharita) te deseo lo mejor <3 :D

aaaa hola!!!! 🥰🥰 me ha puesto muy feliz ver esto skjfjh por fin algo que no he de pensar mucho para entender lmaoooo

estoy teniendo un buen día jeje (me he despertado hace pocas horas así que,, sjkfhskf) espero que tú también estés teniendo uno!!!! omg no me había dado cuenta de eso aaaa he tenido que volver a ver la escena ksjfh cada vez que dicen algo en español es como omg lo entiendo!! pero después es como ....oh pq bueno,, la historia de mi país lol me emociono demasiado jkshf yo también amo el drama aaaa aunque me queda por ver el ep7 aún pero no quiero sufrir 😭😭😭

y no te preocupes!! puedo responder en español igual si me envías cosas en español aunque no sea el spanish day skfjhs te deseo lo mejor a ti también!!! 💖💖💖

[rabba-ve]

Ch 9: Main Koi Aisa Geet Gaun Ki Aarzoo Jagaun

Read on below the cut

or on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/755598367-tu-safar-mera-ch-9-main-koi-aisa-geet-gaun-ki

NK screamed. Khushi ran out of the kitchen to the living room.

"Nanheji! Kya hua?"

[Nanheji! What happened?]

"Mera ankle twist ho gaya! Aap ke paas koi balm hai? Oh, Khushiji, it hurts so much!" [I twisted my ankle! Do you have any balm? Oh Khushiji, it hurts so much!] NK complained as he hobbled over to the sofa.

"Hum abhi lekar aate hai!" [I'll get it right now!] Khushi said, already running upstairs. Akash, who had been watching from behind the pillar, sent a quick text to Arnav.

--

Khushi opened her cupboard. And gasped. Arnav was inside. Smiling. She almost smiled back, reminded of the time she had hid from him in the same cupboard.

Arnav hopped out, causing her to jump back in alarm.

"Hum dono ne aaj tak joh joh ek saath kiya hai, bas wahi yaad dilane ki koshish kar raha hoon. Kal ke liye sorry. Main chhata hoon tumhe hamare achhe moments yaad rahe. Kuch yaad aaya?"

[I'm just trying to remind you of the things we've done together. Sorry for yesterday. I want you to remember our good moments. Did you remember something?]

"Nahi." [No.] she said, walking around him to her cupboard. She took the balm and went to the living room. Arnav followed her.

NK stood up when he saw them. "Arey Khushiji, mera pair theek ho gaya!" [Arey Khushiji, my foot is fine now!]

"Achha... theek hai," [Oh...okay,] she said, putting the balm down on the coffee table. Behind her, Arnav gestured to Akash to put Plan #2 into motion.

"Khushi bhabhi!" Akash called as he walked up to her.

"Bhabhi? Kyun maska laga rahe ho, devarji?" [Bhabhi (sister-in-law)? Why are you trying to butter me up, devarji (brother-in-law)?] Khushi laughed. He always called her that when he wanted something from her.

"Mujhe aapki help chahiye! Bahut badi problem ho gayi hai. It's an emergency!" [I need your help! There is a big problem. It's an emergency!] Akash said.

"Kya hua? Kuch bataiye toh." [What happened? Tell me properly.] Khushi asked with concern.

Meanwhile, Arnav took advantage of Khushi's distraction and picked up a corner of her dupatta.

"Payal mujhse naraaz hai! Mujhe samajh mein nahi aa raha use kaise manau. Aap hi meri help kar sakti hai!"

[Payal is mad at me! I don't know what to do. Now only you can help me.]

Arnav tried to get the dupatta stuck on his cufflink but it just wouldn't stay.

"Zaroor! Aap bilkul theek jagah aaye hai. Aap toh jaante hai, hamare plan kabhi fail nahi hote. Aur hamari jiji hai! Koi aur kaise mana sakta hai?"

[Of course! You came to the right place. You know that my plans never fail. She is my jiji! How can anyone else cheer her up?]

Arnav rolled his eyes at her monologue. Then went back to work. The dupatta just wouldn't stay. He even tried to hook it onto his watch.

"Haan, toh vistaar se bataiye kya pareshani hai." [Yes, Tell me in detail what the problem is.] Khushi said.

Now Akash looked panicked. He hadn't anticipated having to actually come up with a detailed story for Khushi.

"Woh...woh...main office se late aaya tha na...toh..." [I...I...I was late from work today...so...] Arnav realised that Akash had reached the end of his line. This was taking too long.

"Forget it," he thought and just tied the dupatta around his wrist. He gave Akash a thumbs up.

"Haan! Toh bas usi wajah se. Achha abhi mujhe jaana hai. Bye, Khushiji! Thank you." [Yes! Yeah, so, that's why. Okay now I have to go. Bye, Khushiji! Thank you.] Akash beat a hasty retreat.

"Arey, lekin, humne toh kuch salah di hi nahi!" [But I didn't give you any advice!] Khushi shouted after him. But he was long gone.

She started to walk to the kitchen but felt her dupatta pull at her neck. Khushi turned around in surprise.

Arnav was behind her, holding his wrist up.

"Chodiye hame!" [Leave me!] Khushi demanded, pulling at the cloth.

"Khud chuda lo." [Do it yourself.] Arnav said.

Khushi reached for his hand as she walked towards him. But he drew his wrist to his chest forcing her to step closer. She looked at him, then. And he wanted to memorise that moment—the light blush of her cheek, eyes wide but unafraid, lips curved in the beginnings of a soft smile—to carry it forever. For a second, he hated that he had tied the knot so tight because it meant she had to break eye contact.

"Tumhe yaad hai ek baar tumhara dupatta mere button pe atak gaya tha? Main wahi karne ki koshish kar raha tha par hua nahi. Toh maine apne haath pe hi baandh diya." [Do you remember, once your dupatta was stuck on my button? That's what I was trying to do but it didn't work. So I just tied it on my hand.]

"Hame laga tha aap sab kuch kar sakte hai." [I thought you could do everything.] She said, holding back her laughter. She freed her dupatta and was about to step back when he put his right hand on the small of her back and pulled her back.

"Mujhe tumhe kuch dikhana hai." [I want to show you something.] Arnav whispered. Then, before she could say anything, he added, "Chalo mere saath." [Come with me.] He held her hand and led her up to their room.

Before they entered the room, Arnav placed his hand over her eyes.

"Arnavji, kya—"

[Arnavji, what—]

"Shh. Just wait."

They stumbled in and Arnav took off his hand. On the wall by the window, there was the picture of the two of them from Preeto's sangeet. Khushi looked at Arnav with tears in her eyes.

"Mujhe uss din yeh photo nahi todni chahiye thi. Isi ki tarah, mere gusse ki wajah se bahut kuch ruin hua hai."

[I shouldn't have broken this photo the other day. Like this, my anger has ruined a lot of things.]

"Par aapko yeh mili kahan se?" [Where did you find it?] Khushi asked.

"Garima Aunty ne Preeto ki maa se lekar mujhe bheji." [Garima Aunty asked Preeto's mother and sent it to me.] Arnav explained.

"Toh ab?" [Now?] Arnav asked.

"Ab kya?" [Now what?] She looked back in confusion.

"Ab toh mujhe apna pati maanti ho, na?

"Nahi." [No.] She was touched by his gesture, but it wasn't enough.

--

The next morning found Arnav in the mandir of the house.

"Chote!" Anjali walked up to him. She put her hand to his forehead. "Tumhari tabiyat toh theek hai na? [Are you alright?]

"What? Di, I'm fine!" he said, shrugging away. "Mujhe kya hua hai?" [What could happen to me?]

"Nahi, bas, aaj tum mandir mein? Raasta kho gaye the kya?" [No, just, you are in the temple today? Did you forget the way?] she said.

"Di, please!" Irritated at being teased, and more than a little embarrassed, Arnav trudged back up to his room, Anjali's laughter still echoing behind him.

"Now what?" Arnav thought. He needed something from the temple for his next plan. Then an idea struck him. NK! Everyone was used to NK's antics. They wouldn't ask too many questions if he borrowed something. Arnav changed course and headed to his cousin's room.

A few minutes later, Arnav had what he needed. He peaked in through the door to see Khushi sitting on one corner of the bed, folding clothes. Her back was to him. Perfect.

He tip-toed close and leaned over to hold her hands. His head was on her shoulder, stubble tickling her neck. Khushi's breath caught. Arnav ran his fingers up her arms, slowly. When he got to her shoulders, Arnav stopped. He shifted back. She was about to turn around to look at him but he gently placed his hands on her cheeks and tilted her head back. Khushi's eyes widened when she saw the tika on his head. Arnav leaned further down until their foreheads touched. Now Khushi had a light kumkum tika as well. When he moved back up, their eyes met. Their hearts raced. He knew that they were both remembering the time she had done this to annoy him, early in their marriage.

Abruptly, Arnav stood up and left the room. Khushi was left in a daze, blush hot on her face. She touched her forehead and smiled.

--

"Hurry up!" Arnav said, wishing he had come up with a plan that didn't require him to be tied up in fairy lights because Akash was being supremely inefficient right then.

"Almost done!" Akash said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Okay, stay here. I'll message NK to bring Khushiji."

"Not like I can do anything else." Arnav grumbled. Akash left the poolside, turning on the lights on his way out. The scene was set.

--

NK pulled Khushi up the stairs, urging her to walk faster. He pushed her into her room and immediately shut the door.

"Hey Devi Maiyya!" Khushi exclaimed when she saw Arnav. "Yeh kaise hua?" [How did this happen?] she approached him. Arnav rolled his eyes. He flinched, pretending that one of the bulbs had hurt him.

"Khushi, please meri help kar do." [Khushi, please help me.] She began untangling him. "Yeh hai aapki nayi tarkeeb? Aapko lagata hai lighton mein ulajhna accha idea hai? Yahi mila tha aapko, yaad dilane ke liye?" [Is this your new trick? You think it is a good idea get tangled in the lights? You choose this to remind me?]

"Aise keh rahi ho jaise tumhe kuch feel hi nahi hua tha. Jaha tak mujhe yaad hai, tumhari toh saanse phool rahi thi." [You are speaking as if you didn't feel anything at that time. Arnav smirked.

"Kuch feel nahi hua tha hume! Bas current laga tha."

[I felt nothing! Just electricity.]

"Wahi toh main keh raha hoon, current laga tha." [That's what I'm saying, just electricity.] He winked at her and she grew flustered, looking anywhere but at him.

Suddenly, she gasped. Her hands would have come up to her face as they did when she was shocked, but this time they couldn't on account of being tangled in the string of lights.

"Hey Devi Maiyya! Yeh humne kya kar diya?" [Oh Devi Maiyya! What have I done?]

Arnav burst into laughter. Khushi couldn't look away. It was so rare for him to be lighthearted and carefree in this way. It made her feel content.

"Hum pe hasna band kijiye aap!" [Stop laughing at me.] They made quite the spectacle, tangled up in fairy lights together.

"Yeh sirf tumhare saath hi ho sakta hai." [This can only happen to you.] Arnav said, shaking his head at her wonders. He started to free himself so he could help Khushi. Clearly, she couldn't be counted on to do it.

"Okay bye!" He shrugged and began to walk away.

"Haw!" She gasped.

Slowly, he turned back.

"Haan, yeh thi meri nayi tarkeeb. Par tumhe pareshan karne ke liye nahi. Maine yeh sab moments bas isiliye recreate kare kyunki main chahta hoon ki tum hamesha woh achhe pal yaad karo jo humne saath bitaye hai. I'm sorry, Khushi."

[Yes, this was my trick. But not to trouble you. I only recreated these moments because I want you to always remember the good moments we spent together. I'm sorry, Khushi.]

He lifted her right hand and began to untangle the lights from her fingers.

"Sheesh Mahal mein ki badtameezi ke liye sorry. Payal ki tooti shaadi ke liye sorry. Tumhari baat pe bharosa na karne ke liye sorry. Hamari video release karne ke liye sorry. Meri wajah se tumhari and tumhari family ki jo beizzati hui, uske liye sorry. Meri wajah se tumhe apna sheher chodna pada; sorry."

[I'm sorry for my behaviour at Sheesh Mahal. I'm sorry for Payal's broken marriage. I'm sorry for not believing you. I'm sorry for releasing our video. I'm sorry for the insults that you and your family had to face because of me. I'm sorry you had to leave your city because of me.]

For each whispered apology, Arnav lifted a loop of lights from Khushi.

"Office mein kiye har bure bartaav ke liye sorry. Anjaane mein tumhari jaan khatre mein dalne ke liye sorry. Aukat ki baat kar ke tumhe neecha dikhane ke liye sorry. Diwali par tumhara dil tod ne ke liye sorry. Lavanya ko use karke tumhe hurt karne ke liye sorry. Apni feelings se bhagne ke liye maine tumhe har baar jo dard diya uske liye sorry."

[I'm sorry for everything I put you through in the office. I'm sorry for unknowingly putting your life in danger. I'm sorry for talking about status and belittling you. I'm sorry for breaking your heart on Diwali. I'm sorry for using Lavanya to hurt you. Everytime I wanted to run away from my feelings, I hurt you instead. I'm sorry for that.]

Every movement of his hands, gentle and sure, freed her a little more.

"Tum pe shaq karne ke liye, yeh believe karne ke liye ki tum kabhi bhi kisi ka ghar ujaadne ka soch bhi sakti ho, sorry. Tum pe Di ko hurt karne ka ilzaam lagane ke liye sorry. Tumhe khud ko explain karne ka mauka na dene ke liye sorry. Tumse zabardasti shaadi karne ke liye sorry. Payal ki shaadi todne ki dhamki dene ke liye sorry. Tumhe apni family aur Devi Maiyya se door karne ke liye, tumhe bilkul akela chhodne ke liye sorry. Tumhe kabhi bhi patni ka haq aur izzat na dene ke liye sorry. Tumhe poolside mein sone par force karne liye sorry. Fancy dress competition ke baad maine jo bhi kaha, uske liye sorry. Har baar tumhe galat samajh kar tum pe bematlab ka gussa karne ke liye sorry. Anjane mein Buaji aur Aunty ki insult karne ke liye sorry. Tumhare lifestyle ka mazaak udaane ke liye sorry. Preeto ki shaadi ke din ke harsh behaviour ke liye sorry. Tumhe aise treat karne ke liye ki tumne suicide karne ka socha, sorry."

[I'm sorry for doubting you, for believing that you were even capable of thinking of wrecking someone's home. I'm sorry for accusing you of hurting Di. I'm sorry for not giving you the chance to explain yourself. I'm sorry for marrying you by force. Sorry for threatening to break Payal's marriage. Sorry for separating you from your family and Devi Maiyya, for isolating you. Sorry for never giving you the honour and respect due to a wife. Sorry for everything I said after the fancy dress competition. Sorry for getting unreasonably angry at you and thinking you were wrong at every turn. Sorry for unknowingly insulting Buaji and Aunty. Sorry for making fun of your lifestyle. I'm sorry for treating you so badly that it brought you to the point of considering suicide.]

His tears flowed unchecked. He never looked away from her, never took his hands off the lights she was still enveloped in.

"Tumhe characterless samajhne ke liye sorry. Kitni baar tumne mujhe sach batane ki koshish ki. Har baar tumhe jhoota kehne ke liye, tumhaari baat na sunne ke liye sorry. Airport pe na rukne ke liye sorry. Meri wajah se tum seediyon se giri, sorry. Tumhe manane ki koshish mein bhi tumhe hurt karne ke liye sorry. Tumhe baar baar rulane ke liye sorry. Unhi aasuon ko fake kehne ke liye sorry. Tumhe chot pahunchane ke liye sorry. Tumhare dard ko dekh kar bhi undekha karne ke liye sorry."

[Sorry for thinking you were characterless. You tried to tell me the truth so many times and every time I called you a liar, brushed you aside. I'm sorry. Sorry for not waiting back at the airport. You fell on the stairs and hurt yourself because of me; sorry. Sorry for hurting you even when I tried to make it up to you. Sorry for making you cry. And for calling those same tears fake. Sorry for every time I injured you. Sorry for seeing your pain and still ignoring it.]

He let the last set of lights drop from his hands. Her eyes had filled up with tears. But he was done with that. Done with making her cry.

"Tumhe har baar gaadi se bahar nikaalne ke liye sorry. Hamari saari bets jeetne ke liye sorry," [Sorry for making you get out of the car every time. Sorry for winning all our bets.] he said, half-joking.

Khushi's eyes widened in surprise. Her mouth fell open. A small smile flashed on Arnav's face.

"Sangeet waali shart hum jeete the! Aur woh poolside waali—" [I won the sangeet bet! And the poolside one—" She stopped and looked away from him, suddenly self-conscious. Realising she was free, Khushi stepped away from Arnav.

"Hame...hame kitchen mein kuch kaam hai!" [I...I have some work in the kitchen!] she said, words blending into each other in a rush. She ran out of their room.

[son-of-alderaan]

Cannes: Films By Spike Lee, David Robert Mitchell and Jean-Luc Godard Lead The 2018 Festival Lineup

The lineup for the 71st Festival de Cannes has been revealed and, as expected, there wasn’t a Netflix title to be found. The titles that did make the cut include world premieres from Spike Lee (“BlacKKKlansman” with Adam Driver), David Robert Mitchell (“Under the Silver Lake” with Andrew Garfield) and Jean-Luc Godard (“Le Livere D’Image”), among others.

As previously announced, the opening night film is Asghar Farhadi’s “Everybody Knows” which is now the Oscar-winners third Cannes premiere in competition. “Solo: A Star Wars Story,” directed by Ron Howard by credit, was also previously revealed as an out-of-competition screening.

Only 18 titles were announced for competition and often the slate is up to 24 films. Festival head Thierry Fremaux noted that last year’s Palm d’Or winner, “The Square,” wasn’t announced until a week after the official reveal. That means there is hopefully room for more than one film to be added to what is currently a slight in competition field.

Titles expected to be announced which were not include Terry Gilliam’s “The Man Who Killed Don Quixote,” Jacques Audiard’s “The Sisters Brothers” with Jake Gyllenhaal and Joaquin Phoenix, Luca Guadagnino’s remake of “Suspiria” and Alfonso Cuaron’s “Roma,” the later of which was recently acquired by Netflix and clearly the reason for its absence.

A complete list of this year’s competition, Un Certain Regard, out of competition and special screenings including Midnight are as follows.

Competition TODOS LO SABEN (EVERYBODY KNOWS) by Asghar Farhadi EN GUERRE (AT WAR) by Stéphane Brizé DOGMAN by Matteo Garrone LE LIVRE D’IMAGE by Jean-Luc Godard NETEMO SAMETEMO (ASAKO I & II) by Ryusuke Hamaguchi PLAIRE AIMER ET COURIR VITE (SORRY ANGEL) by Christophe Honoré LES FILLES DU SOLEIL (GIRLS OF THE SUN) by Eva Husso ASH IS PUREST WHITE by Jia Zhang-Ke SHOPLIFTERS by Kore-Eda Hirokazu CAPHARNAÜM (CAPERNAUM) by Nadine Labaki BUH-NING (BURNING) by Lee Chang-Dong BLACKKKLANSMAN by Spike Lee UNDER THE SILVER LAKE by David Robert Mitchell THREE FACES by Jafar Panahi ZIMNA WOJNA (COLD WAR) by Pawel Pawlikowski LAZZARO FELICE by Alice Rohrwacher YOMEDDINE by A.B Shawky LETO (L’ÉTÉ) by Kirill Serebrennikov

Un Certain Regard GRÄNS (BORDER) by Ali Abbasi SOFIA by Meyem Benm’Barek LES CHATOUILLES (LITTLE TICKLES) by Andréa Bescond & Eric Métayer LONG DAY’S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT by Bi Gan MANTO by Nandita Das À GENOUX LES GARS (SEXTAPE) by Antoine DESROSIÈRES GIRL by Lukas Dhont GUEULE D’ANGE (ANGEL FACE) by Vanessa Filho EUPHORIA by Valeria Golin RAFIKI (FRIEND) by Wanuri Kahiu MON TISSU PRÉFÉRÉ (MY FAVORITE FABRIC) by Gaya Jiji DIE STROPERS (THE HARVESTERS) by Etienne Kallos IN MY ROOM by Ulrich Köhler EL ANGEL by Luis Ortega THE GENTLE INDIFFERENCE OF THE WORLD by Adilkhan Yerzhanov

Special Screenings 10 YEARS IN THAILAND by Aditya Assarat, Wisit Sasanatieng, Chulayarnon Sriphol & Apichatpong Weerasethakul O GRANDE CIRCO MÍSTICO (LE GRAND CIRQUE MYSTIQUE) by Carlo Diegues THE STATE AGAINST MANDELA AND THE OTHERS by Nicolas Champeaux & Gilles Porte LES ÂMES MORTES (DEAD SOULS) by Wang Bing À TOUS VENTS (TO THE FOUR WINDS) by Michel Toesca LA TRAVERSÉE by Romain Goupil LE PAPE FRANÇOIS – UN HOMME DE PAROLE (POPE FRANCIS – A MAN OF HIS WORD) by Wim Wenders

Midnight ARCTIC by Joe Penna GONGJAK(The Spy Gone North) by Yoon Jong-Bing

Out of Competition SOLO: A STAR WARS STORY by Ron Howard LE GRAND BAIN by Gilles Lellouche

The Director’s Fortnight and Critics Week selections will be revealed at a later date. (x)

[jadenfanm]

JIJI ak zanmi l : Kwonik yon adolesans ayisyèn

Epizòd 1 : Lapriyè pou chans !

Sèn nan ap pase granm maten, li 5 kè. Nou kay grann Jiji, Grann ti Do. Jiji, manman l ak twa nan matant li yo rete kay Grann ti Do, nan zòn bò gran simityè. Radyo a branche sou yon emisyon priyè : bri chan, plenyen ak vwa k ap lapriyè.

Grann ti Do. - Manman Altagras, ou menm ki son fanm vanyan, fanm djanm ! Manman nanm ki gaya ak sa ki malad. Manman sa k ap vire nan oto ak lòt k ap bat dlo pou l fè bè. M ap frape pòt ou yon lòt fwa ankò. M vin leve pitit mwen yo devan w ! M vin mande pou w pete je giyon sa k ap swiv medam mwen yo toupatou kote yo pase !

Ou son fanm san parèy. Fanm ki konn tray ak doulè tout fanm. Fanm ki sansib pou tout fanm lavi ap mal mennen. Pa gen okenn manman ki gen pi bon kè pase w ! Manman Altagras m ap frape pòt ou ankò. Mwen bouke manman ! Mwen bouke wè gason devan pòt mwen pou pase pitit mwen nan rans !

Ou son manman tankou m. Ou konn kijan kè m ap dechire lè m wè kijan avni pitit fi m yo ap pase nan tenten. Voye chans chen sa lwen yo ! Ke je vagabon yo femen lè bèl pitit mwen ap pase. Ke yo pa vin trennen douvan pòt mwen san yo p ap regle anyen serye. M pa gen pitit ankò pou vagabon ap vin bay kaka san savon pou okipe pou yo !

Manman tanpri Altagras di yon mo ! M pa vle mouri san medam mwen yo pa byen chita. M pa ka al kouche yon kote san pitit mwen yo pa byen nan men mari yo. Manman Altagras mwen bouke, fò w di yon mo pou mwen.

Jiji ap reprann lekòl jodia, m ap mande w pou ba l entèlijans pou l reyisi ane a. Vlope nou nan manto degras ou ! Se nan yon peyi tèt anba n ap viv, on jou sa bon, on jou sa pa bon menm. Si nou pa t sou proteksyon w manman Altagras, lè konsa zo nou pa t ap bon pou fè bouton ! Mèsi pou sa manman.

Trase wout pou pitit mwen Igèt ki ap chèche lavi devan chodye manje kwit anba lavi l zòn danjere sa.

Trase wout pou Òtans, travay faktori a ap fini ak pitit mwen an manman Altagras ! Ke sipèvizè predatè sa ki tankou mouch nan kò maleng pitit mwen an kite l anrepo !

Trase wout pou Kazia. M pa vle wè metye sèkèy sa non manman Altagras. Men touye l rache l se jounalis li vle ye. Pwoteksyon pou li ak Katia, bèl pitit mwen an. M konnen w gen pou w bal estidyo pa l, pou l sispann pase mizè nan graje pye moun anwo pou degouden !

M leve pitit pitit mwen Jiji devan w ! Fè l kenbe tèt li, kenbe lekòl li. Ke l konnen gason pa p fini, yon tan pou chak bagay !

M lage Fredo ak madanmli devan w maman. Beni zantray malerèz la. Mete lavi nan mariaj yo.

M priye w konsa se pa paske m bon, men paske w konnen se ou sèl mwen genyen. Se ou ki patròn mwen k ap veye sou mwen ak pitit mwen.

Ki moun ki gentan ap vide dlo frèt sa sou li grann maten an ?

Igèt. – Se mwen wi manman ! Lari a pral chaje moun jodi lendi an. Fò m gentan al fè mache pou manje a pare bonè. Jiji poko gen yon grenn liv lekòl, valiz la plen ak kaye ak plim. Fò m met pye m deyò !

Grann ti Do. — Se sèl manman ki manman. Lavi manman pa janm dous. Kouray pitit mwen ! Se mache vakabon an ap mache ! Aprè sa l ap vin kanpe fyè nan gradiyasyon Jiji, di se li ki papa lè pitit ou fin pare. Ou tande Jiji ? W ap dòmi toujou ?

Jiji. – Non Grann ti Do. Je m klè.

Grann ti Do. — Ou wè tout mizè manman w ap pase pou w pa soti men jan ak li ! Sèlman pa fè nou mache tèt bese. Se pou w kenbe pitit mwen. Si w pran chans chen manman w lan, gason ap mache dèyè w se vre ! Men se pa anyen y ap vin regle pou ou. Kenbe lekòl ou. De ti tete sa w gen nan lestomak ou a pa di w demwazèl pou sa. Leve non ! Vin li de twa pasaj nan bib la pou mwen.

Igèt. — Bon kilè l ye la pou w ap prelase konsa sò Òtans ? Li 5 kè depase wi mezanmi ! Jodi lendi ak blokis sou wout ayopò a kilè w ap rive nan faktori blan an ?

Grann ti Do. – Vyann fri yè swa li dwe sonje. (ri)

Li pa p fouti konte konbyen kwis li manje !

Òtans. - Son kanbiz ki te genyen an manman ? (ri) Ou konn konbyen mòso poul blanch yo bay pou san senkann goud ?

Katia. —Mezanmi! Moun pa fouti dòmi jouk li jou isit la. Depi manman m leve ak pitit prefere l Igèt, lòt moun pa bezwen dòmi.

Igèt. — Tanpri pou mwen wi fi ! M poko ka mouri non. Kenzan pitan m nan genyen. M poko fè anyen pou li. M paka vin fè byenerèz manje m ! Ou fè nwit nan telefòn koman pou w ta fè ka leve.

Òtans. — Tchwi tchwi tchwi ap damou nan telefòn tout lannwit, anpeche moun dòmi. Ou pa mennen l bay manman m fon priyè pou li.

Grann ti Do. —Nou wè jan n ap pase pawòl Bondye nan rans!

Katia. — Bon manman, ann pale koze serye, son priyè espesyal pou w ta fè pou Kazia. Fi sa preche m yo koze fanm endependan avan yè, ou t ap choke. Kazia di l pa p chèche okenn nèg ki pou sove l, li fè sa chak jou pou tèt li. Ou tande ti madanm !

Grann ti Do. — Vye pawòl Kazia ap pale. Tout fanm bezwen yon gason bò kote yo.

Katia. — Pitit jounalis ou a di li pa bezwen pèsòn mennen l. Si w ka fè wout la avè l ann ale. M tande mariaj pa enterese l.

Grann ti Do. — Katia ! Banm tèt mwen granm maten an souple ak pawòl tafya sa yo. Nou toujou ap fè blag ak pawòl serye.

Igèt. — Ou pa bezwen vekse man ! Pale a bon, nou bezwen sa pou n bliye jan peyi a ap mal mennen nou.

Òtans. — Pa vekse ti madanm ! Katia sak fè w pa pale manman w de ti mennaj frèch ki fè w pèdi sòmèy la ? Kazia pa menm la se sou do l ou monte maten an.

Katia. — Bon se pa granmoun ki non nou !

Grann ti Do. — Mwen ! M pap di yon mo ankò ! M pa bezwen di Katia anyen ankò! Sèlman pa gen okenn moun ki pral vin fè jako pye vèt devan vye pòt kay mwen an. Si papa nou te la, si l te vivan toujou se pa konsa sa t ap pase. Paske lè yo vin la, yo pa wè gason nan kay la yo panse se piyay ki la.

Katia. — Manman pa okipe Igèt ak Òtans. Se yon zanmi m ki nouyòk ki gen ti pwoblèm ki ap mande m konsèy. Ou pa bezwen preche m granm maten an ti madanm.

Stidyo a pa ouvri le lendi, m pral fè jounen an kay Kazia Pako.

Igèt. — Jiji. Ou konnen se madmwazèl longè w ye ! Leve kounya pou w prepare w pou w pa anreta. Jodia se premye jou, ale bonè pou w ka jwenn bon plas nan klas la.

Jiji. – Wi manman. M ap fin li vèsè yo pou ou pita grann.

Andrise PIERRE

[okaylaptop-movies]

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