I lost my mother in 2008, the evening after my convocation ceremony. I was suddenly told to come back home, leaving my life open in half-packed cartons. A nurse took the sheet off her face and I tried mumbling between my sobs, dad by my side, "But it looks like she's smiling, doesn't it?" Her forearm was cold to touch, not the sort of warm milky softness which I was accustomed to clawing into every time I was nervous.
Spoken-word poet. Writes about identity and gender issues. Lover of all things Bollywood.
The names of these characters translate to song (Geet), diamond (Heer), victory (Veera) and star (Tara) -- all things beautiful, aspirational and a bit dreamy. But I wish he'd also make a film which can comprehend that love is actually a lot of hard work from all parties involved
30/11/2015 4:33 PM IST
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