I am not a fan of watching Hindi movies. There was a time, a decade or so earlier, when I liked to watch them but not anymore. And romances are a strict no. I just can’t bear them. I shall hold my middle age and the quote ‘Sansaar ek mithya hai‘ (This world is a misnomer) responsible for my present orientation.
This weekend, I learnt the truth in the saying ‘Never say never’.
It is the movie Jab Harry met Sejal. I find myself hooked onto its trailer, the songs, the videos of the songs, the interviews, everything. Yes, you have got it. The crazy bug has hit me.
No more songs from the 50s and the 60s were sung or hummed in the house over this weekend since both Dhruv and I were swinging to the tune of –
Butterfly ban ke
Le angraaee tan ke
oh aaja gori aaja kheton main.
On Saturday night, just before we were about to go to sleep, I told Dhruv with a sigh – “I really really want to go and watch this movie.”
Him: “So, what is the problem?”
Me: “The problem is I don’t go watching movies alone.”
Him: “Tum akeli nahin ho mummy. Main hoon na. You are not alone. I am here to go with you.”
Me: More sighs.
In case, you wish to tell me that Dhruv solved my problem with his assurance, I must tell you it hasn’t. I don’t want to end up analyzing and answering questions about what happens in this movie on the screen for 3 hours.
Woes of parenting single-handedly!
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