True love is undying. And immortalised on screen forever. Nothing to make fun of here.
It creates legends of men and women. Especially in the disco era. Geddit?
But, in the end, love grows with us. It doesn’t wither away. It blossoms with age.
Sometimes, love is not just between two people. It’s between entire countries and races. Also, sometimes, Imaginary.
Love knows no differences. It has a power to unite. It is all rosogolla and mishti doi until someone sees this beautiful piece of art in Kolkata and goes isssshh.
It leaves an impression like nothing else; something we carry all our lives. SO much love was in the air that it had to flow out from the edge of a blade. *Insert Inglorious Basterds reference*