It is not the first time I’ve seen some movie which had a lasting effect on me and my senses, but yes, it has been quite some time since any such movie came my way. Call it my over-emotional nature (also my need to protect myself from unnecessarily dramatic situations) and my inability to detach myself from the story and characters coming alive through any medium involved, I’ve always refrained from falling into the trap of love stories and their makers. I’ve always had a slight dislike for OTT romantic and mushy movies, books, serials….anything.
I, hence, surprised myself when I was keen to watch Aashiqui 2. It must be the collective effect of the very melodious songs, the promising promos and the handsome Aditya Roy Kapoor without the mop on his head that tilted the scale in its favour, and I watched it alright.
I loved everything about the movie; the songs, the story, the acting, even the sadness and the gloom. Never mind that I had to sit with a handkerchief to wipe my eyes and nose and had to be cautious not to make sobbing noises, throughout the movie. This must be a rare occasion when I didn’t want to hold A’s hand or even speak a word with him the entire time. Glad A just let me be.
Long after I’d come back I wasn’t my usual self. The images of the shattered Aditya Roy Kapoor and the silently expressive Shraddha Kapoor ran in front of my eyes over and over again. Yes, the movie was dark but I had no idea it would strike such a chord somewhere inside me and make me want to just cry.
My neighbours were baffled when they saw my swollen eyes and puffy face and even more amused when I told them the reason behind it! A was equally clueless since he saw the movie with me and save some scenes where his eyes were moist he was not moved as much. Guess I got too much carried away.
I know its strange. Has such a thing happened with you too?