Apr 01, 2017elpostino rated this title 4 out of 5 stars
The loner stood in his dim balcony buffing cigarette and stealing looks to the lively dining room in the building across. His mind was fixed on the daily life-line of folded piece of paper ducked under the chapatti. He stood isolated from strangers in suffocating commuter trains. With the wrong train getting to the right station, the accidental connection weaved intimacy between the cook and the loner leading to probable romance. They didn't share a single audible word, yet through simple recipe, food aroma, and empty-returned lunchbox they were able to share the ultimate, their souls.
Romance in Indian movies is so subtle and artistic. There are no kisses, touches, implied sex, or strong expression of emotions, yet the little crafted symbols are capable of triggering the right tunes. We don't need the language because we have the substance.
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The Lunchbox