An Ode to Memories of Love

Weird times we live in. Everything has a price, everyone is on sale. Values, morals, principles, characters, relationships, spines - you can buy anything if you have the means.

What does love or any close relationship mean in such times? Transaction, calculated risk, give and take? Imtiaz Ali's film, Main Vaapas Aaunga gives you something else. It gives you the idea of a love that survives distance, loss of contact, loss of hope. A love that was once born in hearts full of innocence and ideals of a better world. When the tsunami of hatred and divisive forces tore a nation into two, even then that love, that idea of pure human connection survived. Beyond the unspeakable horrors of India's partition. Beyond appearances, beyond lived reality, the love endured. Human connection is like that - pure,eternal.

The film is at once heartbreaking and poignant, and full of hope for jaded souls like us. Those of us who saw a different India had a chance to glimpse that love in spurts. If only that love could heal people of their suspicion, distrust of each other. If only we would allow that love to heal us, maybe tomorrow will turn out different. If it remains unfinished, love turns to lifelong trauma.

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And if we don't cure our hearts of that trauma, it doesn't die with us. The trauma passes on to the next generation. Loss of love, of the very purpose of life, turns into a lesion that keeps gnawing at our humanity. The only solution to surviving these dark times is to keep that eternal love and hope alive.

Thanks to the writer, director, actors, cinematographer, lyricist and composer for reminding us to live and love with heart. Thanks for breaking us, and healing us.

Mentally in the zone of Dheere Dheere, Kya Kamaal Hai and Jaise Tu Hai Paas Mere…..

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