It was a weekday morning crowd at PVR Saket - socialites (assuredly, caked out), a gang or two of f.r.i.e.n.d.s., corner seat couples, and scattered loners. I am not to be confused as being a part of this frame. I am mostly capable of being invisible to the world, while playing the lead in the fantasy of my own making. I had made a solitary trip that wintry morning to watch The Holiday. Donning my then favourite pair of brown laced boots and the green and purple flannel scarf passed down by my sister, I had set out, secretly revelling in the fact that in the parallel world, no one would notice my absence from school. (I did mention that I was capable of being invisible, didn't I?)
It proved to be exactly the kind of two hours I had sought. Light, witty and uncannily relatable. And it continues to be my go-to movie to destress, to chuckle, and to hear Winslet say 'Gumption' in that most endearing English tone!
(Nonchalantly gets up with a li'l head tilt, a shrug, a wink and starts to tap dance!)
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