Comfort is where your memories are
I rewatch 'Jodha Akbar' for a lot of reasons, including the sheer splendour, the historical inaccuracy, and the eye candy (Hrithik AND Aishwarya), and also because every other monologue, dialogue, and scene brings back to my ears the voice of a beloved friend whom I lost on the cusp of adulthood. A day before I turned 18, I lost a part of my soul — she knew all of my secrets, all of my aspirations, all of my dreams — and was left with an abyss in my heart. Friends since we both walked into Lower KG in the big school, she was always the more boisterous, more outgoing, more friendly, more popular, and better in studies than me. I read, she didn't. But we found enough common ground to bond, or maybe we liked each other best. And we had massive fights when we did fight. She had a plan for her life when I didn't even have a "pl". I don't think I do even now. No "going with the flow" for her. We grew up together, same class, same section (for most p...
