A month ago, on a Sunday afternoon, I walked into the living room to find my dad and brother comfortably settled on the couch, watching Lage Raho Munna Bhai. I stood there momentarily to watch the scene unfold. there is a certain pleasure in rewatching old movies, it either takes you back in time or lulls you in the familiarity of the plotline.
the man behind 'mahatma'
the man behind 'mahatma'
the man behind 'mahatma'
A month ago, on a Sunday afternoon, I walked into the living room to find my dad and brother comfortably settled on the couch, watching Lage Raho Munna Bhai. I stood there momentarily to watch the scene unfold. there is a certain pleasure in rewatching old movies, it either takes you back in time or lulls you in the familiarity of the plotline.