We Know We Will Die. We Don't Believe It.
One thing I'll give Bangalore, and I don't give it much. Since moving here I've started knowing myself a lot better. A lot more clearly. Not in a pleasant way — more like the way a room looks when somebody finally opens the curtains and you see what the furniture actually looks like. Back home there were enough people and enough noise around me that I never had to sit with my own head for very long. Here I do. Most evenings, in fact. And a head that gets sat with starts producing things. Last week it produced this. I was watching Dil Bechara — the adaptation of The Fault in Our Stars , and Sushant Singh Rajput's last film, released after he was already gone. I'd read the book in college and loved it. That part has always embarrassed me slightly, and here's why. I have never really believed in love. Not the romantic-film version, anyway. From quite young I was fairly settled on this: selfless love doesn't exist. What we call love is an arrangeme...