Ranbir took the stage, a little breathless. "This is… surreal," he began, looking at the Black Lady. "I don't play a character who has dialogues. I play a character who has feelings. Thank you, Anurag Basu, for trusting me to be silent."
Ranbir walked down the steps, took her hand, and led her to the stage. He handed her the Black Lady.
But the real story was yet to unfold.
From the shadows, Priyanka Chopra stepped out. She had been criminally overlooked for her own award for Barfi! —her performance as the autistic Jhilmil was a masterpiece of tics, tantrums, and tragic tenderness. Her eyes were red. She hadn't expected to be called.
Ranbir took the stage, a little breathless. "This is… surreal," he began, looking at the Black Lady. "I don't play a character who has dialogues. I play a character who has feelings. Thank you, Anurag Basu, for trusting me to be silent."
Ranbir walked down the steps, took her hand, and led her to the stage. He handed her the Black Lady.
But the real story was yet to unfold.
From the shadows, Priyanka Chopra stepped out. She had been criminally overlooked for her own award for Barfi! —her performance as the autistic Jhilmil was a masterpiece of tics, tantrums, and tragic tenderness. Her eyes were red. She hadn't expected to be called.
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