Ramaiya Vastavaiya

We are a people perpetually enthralled by emotions. We like the idea of star-crossed lovers, we adore those stolen glances that speak volumes, we think that the sight of a silken dupatta drifting in the wind is absolutely poetic, and our hearts do a flip when the male lead swaggers onto the screen - all boyish charm, and dimpled cheeks. We shamelessly cheer when the female lead runs alongside a train, her hands outstretched towards the man she loves. Indeed, we revel in the desperate yearning that fills these moments of sheer celluloid magic.

But enough about DDLJ.
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