We get the license from Faiz House for fifty thousand rupees. Instinctively, I want to go ahead even if there is no budget. In the worst-case scenario, I’ll pay out of my pocket and use it in some other film. ‘Make it fifty-one thousand,’ I tell Rohit when he comes to sign the contract. I don’t know whether to feel happy for getting such great literary work for so little or to feel sad that such heritage work of masters sells for such a tiny amount whereas trash sells for lacs.
