Wednesday, August 21, 2019

269 of 15,400

Was listening to the sweet, low, languid song Behroopiya from Bombay Velvet: https://youtu.be/Sb2CP0IHQno.

I really loved that movie. I don't know why it didn't fare well. I loved that jazz age era that it captures, the costumes, and all the broad and tiny ways it reminds me of Salman Rushdie's novels: Moor's Last Sigh and Ground Beneath her Feet.

In a cab now. Won't write more .

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