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'Shiuli'

This started as an Instagram post but I realized I couldn't give away much in a small space, not because it necessarily needs any elaboration but it feels good to give out love. That's what October is all about. One of the most elaborate, unrequited, unconditional love stories topped with tireless acceptance, longing and a bundle of amusement throughout. Like the fragrance of Shiuli - the night jasmine, the film brings out a fresh, unembellished narrative that leaves you in awe from the start, a sheer reminiscence of selfless desire. 


Though my mind reached out for Shuili in her helpless state, the thought that kept stirring in my mind was why Dan had to do so much for Shiuli. Why was he so affected by a girl whom he even rarely knew? How did the last 3 words that came out from her mouth become so important to him? I sensed a motive behind, it could have been a strange, nostalgic connection. A past-memory between the two? Something... there should have been a motive and so while I swayed along with the story, I couldn't help but wait for my answer to beautifully unveil. But it never did, there was never a motive. How stupid of me? The inculcated belief that there’s always a personal reason behind every action, was a bleak-faded perspective in Shoojit Sircar’s narrative. 


As Dan gravitates towards Shiuli, he himself was unaware of the reason. There couldn't be any. It's just his innocent longing for a simple answer which apparently means the world to him - ''Where is Dan?'', Yes, it was not ''I love you'', or ''I need you'', not a commitment, or a promise. It was just an unusual start to an unexpected bond between two unlikely souls, in a pool of unspoken emotions. When even Shiuli's dear ones lose hope, Dan splurges the family and friends with hope and love. The bond between Dan's and Shiuli's consciousness goes beyond anything, strong enough for Dan to give up everything else to see Shiuli wake up and talk to him. Her eyes searching for Dan and the mere seizers upon him leaving her would get anyone thinking about their unexpected proximity. 


Out of all, the most heartbreaking part for me was the conversation he has with Shiuli's closest friend, her desolate question, "How are you so affected?'' to which Dan replies with such innocence, ''How are you so unaffected?" touches any man's soul and gives us the glimpse of the detached, so-called self-centric life we live. Wouldn't we be blessed to have a Dan in our lives? 


''Yeh phool jaida der tikte nahi, jaldi gir jate hai” sums up Shiuli's short tale with a heavy heart. Just as we smile at the thought of having a magical, happy ending, it reconciles with the inevitable. October makes us realize that it was never about the closure, it was always about the nuances, not defined within the contours of love or relationship. 


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