Amid deaths in the family and going through the motions of an otherwise absolutely banal living, I found myself ensconced in the lounge of an innox screen in nehru place last month. Life had been serving weirder googlies my way, as I kept escaping one way or the other. This movie was going to be special the way you know a solid winter night with a warm cup of rum toddy in hand will be. It was Avinash Arun’s Three of Us for which I had been piling up on hopes for months even before seeing the trailer. The still released eons ago was enough to have me pining for it like a one-sided lover. Just that I didn’t know I’ll be deep in the trenches of mourning a loved one’s sudden passing away, battling a fresh surge of loneliness and continuing with life with a renewed hatred towards it by the time the movie releases.

The life-threatening air and endless number of cars aside, I love almost everything about living in Delhi. The Teppanyaki restaurants, the cocktail bars, the gorgeously-dressed people, the general sense of restlessness (mostly ambition-induced) when you step out on the roads works like a charm. That all manners of movies, of all budgets and ranges get to be released in Delhi and see their more than mere three days of screen-life adds to it.