“Parveen’s madness, the threat from the mighties of the film
industry to put her before the camera at any cost, the psychiatrists throwing up their hands, and her ‘ignorant’ mother yielding to the pressure for electric shock treatment, climaxing with me running away with her to the jungles of Kodai where we spent the ‘best’ moments of our life is ‘fictionalised’ brilliantly by Mohit Suri and Shagufta Rafique in the second half of Woh Lamhe.”“Woh Lamhe is my last goodbye to the memories of Parveen Babi, a woman whom I loved and lost.The streets of Mumbai for me are littered with memories of half-lived yesterdays. The day Parveen died, I realized that in spite of my claims that I had made to myself, her memory had not withered within me with the passage of time.Praveen’s breakdown is an old story. But I wonder if anyone can imagine what it is like to live with a person who is going mad.”
"In retrospect, I remember that there was a strange feeling of dread in the air. She kissed me goodbye making sure that the kiss would not spoil her makeup. Little did I know that that was the last time I would see her as the Parveen that I knew."
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