Friday, February 12, 2016

Self-Care, The Movie

Dear Dan,

Now that I've been back for a week (and still can't get enough of being near you!), I'm slowly conquering my jet lag and getting the better of it. Getting over jet lag means also becoming more used to a routine and I love that I get to see you, get to take care of you, care for me, and just be. Today, as you made music, I did something that I really enjoy doing.

When I was in college, mummy and I would take a cycle rickshaw every weekend to the mall and go watch the latest movie. We bonded over many tearful flicks, shuddered over some horrific ones, and laughed with strangers at tickling movies.

Movie watching in the theater has always held special meaning for me. Even when I was younger, we would all get very dressed up and head for a night out to the movies. DDLJ, Hum Aapke Hain Kaun, Apollo 13, Titanic, Dil Chahta Hai, Kal Ho Na Ho, Lagaan...these stand out as family movies watched with family. Barring maybe Titanic!

When I met your family, I was delighted when on Christmas day, we made pizza and I got to partake in your TMNT wait-for-one-of-the-turtles-to-take-his-first-bite-before-we-dug-into-ours experience. I loved our Christmas day movie tradition. I also remember that awkward moment of realization that the Indian-censored version of Love Actually tricked me into believing it was a family-friendly film.

I have cried over movies. Loved them. Been inspired by them. Been left disturbed, perturbed, and shaken by them.

And tonight I was left feeling liberated by one. The movie, Deadpool, was a coincidental choice. But the setting was intentional. I went for two movies by myself in India when I was a student. It wasn't common or easy for me, but it was liberating as could be.

It's such a privilege to be able to safely and with dignity watch a movie on my own. And I loved exercising it today.

Also, you would've hated this movie ; )

Movie night, tomorrow?


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