“We forget things if we have no one to tell them to.”

My score for The Lunchbox is 10/10. I don’t know what I can say apart from what has already been said about this delightful movie. Forget about the Oscar fiasco, that’s a separate discussion.

The story is beautiful, the actors – Irrfan, Nawazuddin, Nimrat Kaur, Bharti Achrekar and the others – are all fantastic, the direction is top-notch, and the cinematography captures all that’s beautiful and quirky about Mumbai. Every moment in the film will leave you with a different emotion each time – love, longing, pain, claustrophobia (yes, you will know what I’m talking about if you’ve seen the film) and more.

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There is a reason I have titled this piece with a dialogue from the film. 

It was one of the biggest lessons I took away from the movie – living alone in a big city, with no friends or family, absolutely no connections is… almost futile, in a sense.

So is living in a one-way relationship.

That is precisely what this movie captures – human solitude. You can be alone even if you’re surrounded by a 100 people. You can feel loved even if you are the only human left on the planet.

But, can two lonely people script a beautiful love story? Two lonely people who have NO idea who each other are.   

Of course. The Lunchbox shows us how. With aplomb.

And not via text messages or e-mails. Through good, old-fashioned written letters.

I don’t remember the last time I wrote a letter by hand. Actually, I don’t remember the last time I wrote ANYTHING by hand. Handwritten stuff must be magical.

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And oh, that’s the other thing you’ll take away from this movie – nostalgia.

The Mumbai you see on screen is the Mumbai of today, but there is a very distinct ‘Bombay’ vibe that you get while watching this movie. The song from Saajan playing in the background, a kind Maharashtrian aunty (invisible but brilliant Bharti Achrekar) helping out young Ila (Nimrat) with her cooking, kids playing cricket on the streets – it’s all there.

I could go on and on and on. There’s not enough that I can say that will do justice to this movie. All I will say is – if you don’t watch The Lunchbox, you are missing out on what is arguably the joint best Bollywood movie of the year (Ship of Theseus is the other one).

I will never forget this movie in a hurry – and that’s not just because I’m telling you all about it.

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