Blame it on a Mrityudand, this image of a feminist up in arms. Fighting for her rights as a woman. Determined to take a stand, a step forward. But the Madhuri you face over a glass of khus sherbet one late muggy evening, on the eve of her birth-day, is a far cry from the fiery Ketki. Dressed in a white chikan salwar kurta, her face clear of all traces of Estelle Lauder, Madhuri looks like a dream chasing after dreams. A la Pooja of Dil to Pagal Hai. You can sense a surprising empathy with Yash Chopra's dreamy romantic as she candidly confess that like pooja she too is waiting for her dream lover. "I know someone somewhere is waiting for me," she says with quiet insistence.

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