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Back in 2018 i was extremely sick when i first watched this movie, I was a very young and naive kid and i vividly remember that when I saw the movie mental pain took over my physical pain like my heart broke into million pieces after watching laila majnu ending it gave me goosebumps and i couldn't control myself but broke down and kept thinking about this movie for weeks and months and I've a tendency of getting attached with my favourite movies and series.My connection to this movie is beyond words, a deep and unexplainable attachment that has woven itself into the very fabric of my being. It has become a part of me, a cherished piece of my soul that resonates with me on a level that defies explanation. Every movie of Imtiaz ali sir's holds a special in my heart. His characters hold a special place in my heart, and his movies are like magic, spelling binding me and transporting me to a different realm every time i watch them and the music in his films is another world altogether. When i first watched this movie it altered my brain chemistry and instantly became my favourite, i suggested it to everyone but they didn't watch it and called it cringe but i knew that one day it'll get the appreciation it deserves. I am convinced that art can save the world, and world needs more artists like Imtiaz ali, Avinash Tiwary and tripti dimri and the all the music artists they deserve the appreciation. if only I wasn't bounded by any societal norms or had an option of sitting all day in the theatre re watching laila majnu and other Imtiaz ali sir's movie , I'd have opted that.

Avinash Tiwary!!! Oh ! what have you done to us..... Should we call you qais? Or majnu? Or just Avinash thank you so much for doing Qais's character, you know that when life makes me numb and i want to cry my heart out or just having a bad day i re-watch this movie, thank you for letting my suppressed emotions coming through with your acting.I could feel the essence and emotions of your character in my bones. No one could've done Qais's role better than you. The performance was absolutely brilliant from Avinash and makes me question why isn't he a regular in Bollywood by now

The playlist of this movie has my whole heart ever since the release of the movie, laila Majnu songs rules over my Spotify playlists Each frame, each dialogue, each note of music is a brushstroke on the canvas of my soul, painting a picture of love, longing, and loss that I can never quite shake off.. This was the 9th time I re watched this movie and it still feels something different, unrealistic, beyond this universe. The real movie starts After interval which is mostly based on longing and yearning waiting and madness .The movie showed all stages of love Attraction, infatuation, love, reverence, obsession and death. - all stages of love laid bare before me, each moment a dagger to the heart, each scene a whisper of eternity. In another universe where infinite possibilities unfold like petals on a cosmic flower, there exists a reality where Laila and Qais found their way back to each other and they lived a beautiful life in that pahadon ke piche vala ghar

If Imtiaz Ali's films have a million fans, then I am one of them. If his films have five fans, then I am one of them. If his films have no fans, then I am no longer alive. For in the world he creates, in the characters he breathes life into, I find solace, I find truth, I find myself.

Forever grateful for the re-release, forever indebted to the magic of Laila Majnu.

yes, it is after seeing my friends and people around I've come to the conclusion that yes home is a person.

even if most of them are longing for their home, and some of them are lucky enough to have their home in their arms.

but they've a definition of home

they can call someone their own

but what about people like me?

who never had someone,

who kept their walls so up,

and never let anyone in?

who's always been extra quite and felt inexpressible

who always pretended to be cynical.

Who never had anyone

to share their dreams, passions, and traumas with?

who've become an archive of unsaid words, suppressed feelings and guarded personalities.

people who are full of agony.

what are we here for?

to watch them dance, their bodies moving in grace,

a symphony of love that i cannot embrace

their laughter echoes through the halls with glee

a cruel reminder of my loneliness, I see

yet here I stand, a solitary soul

yearning for love that makes me whole

people like me are here to watch them experiencing the greatest feeling, with slight watery and hopeful eyes

we're here to look at them and just anticipate

and then yearning again for something that was never there in the first place.

how do they live?

they don't.

they're merely alive.

no matter how much we romanticize materialistic things they can never give the warmth we need,

the intimacy we crave.

it was Just a myth when they told me that i am so lovable, I'm not, and I'm okay with it. I know people like me don't have people. I've made my peace with it.

with the fact that there's a void, in my soul,

and I'll have to fill it with art. it won't be as comforting as touch of human being.

Tar liya tu saat samundar phir bhi sookha man ke andar'

this proves that no matter how much we try to satisfy ourselves with materialistic things, we will still feel this void inside and it can only be permeated with love and human connection.

but do you think we should celebrate our mothers and treat them nicely just for a day? moms everywhere deserve to be appreciated on a daily basis, rather than waiting all year to get a card and some flowers, but our generation doesn't even know how to treat them properly. So next time when she knocks on your door and interrupts your privacy, please let her, maybe just like you she's also trying to run away from her own thoughts and trying to distract herself, maybe she's also fighting her own battles. next time when she calls you when you're out with your friends don't feel irritated, just reassure her that you're safe and will come back after an hour, please unblock her from your instagram and let her send you funny memes, trust me she will never leave you on seen. kabhi do cup chai bana ke unke aur apne liye le jaao, unke saath baaton ki kuch puraani yaadon ki mehafil sajao, ek dafa unhe apna homie toh banao,ek dafa dosti ka haath toh badhao. you'll find no better best friend than your mother she knows you more than anyone does. You're a piece of her, flesh of her respect her, cherish her and love her with all your heart, make her feel loved. when she is the last one to eat after feeding everyone,wait for her and sit down with her and never let her eat alone. Your mother has loads of hidden trauma and suppressed emotions, when she is shouting at everyone for any reason,let her. when she calms down give her a hug and ask her patiently what was bothering her and then let her vent, make her feel seen and heard. you were raised by a super women disguised as an ordinary person. Yaad hai jab dosto ne dhoka de kar aur duniya ne rula kar ghar bheja tha tab unki hi god mein sar rakh kar tumne apna man halka kiya tha vo jab kahti hai padh lo kuch ban jao unhe dar zamana kya kahta hai ussey nahi balki unke na rehne ke baad is zamaane ki zaaya kiye jaane ki aadat se lagta hai. this is a reminder that go look at your mom her hair is turning grey and her heels are getting cracked. she has moved past her 45th birthday, and vo unki side table pe kabhi kabhi paya jaane waala medicines ka envelope ab har roz waha rakha rehta hai. she could be gone one day and you'd find no one like her. Spend more time with her, this is her first life too, she is still figuring things out too. Pray for her to God for her health and beg him to go easy on your mom. She gave you life and nurtured you, held you, shouted at you, kissed you but most importantly she loved unconditionally. She gave up her dreams so you could never give up. there's a reason heaven isn't in her hands but under her feet , for it was in her palms, her selfless love would have handed it to you despite your deserving. It is the ground that bears her intense weight. That is where heaven lies, and if you wish to achieve it --carry her weight , wipe her tears, give her hope, kiss her hand,and tell her you love her in every tongue you speak, clean for her, cook for her, strive for her, do not simply hold her hand for that is not where heaven lies, bear her burdens. You may never come close to the unconditional manner and love in which she beard you but you may earn the key to gardens of eternal bliss locked beneath her feet.

Choose them wisely 🌻