*This essay was written in the summer of 2017, or probably early 2018, much before Irrfan Khan passed. I’m currently working one about him, I’ve been working on it since the day he left us. I hope I publish it sometime this year…

The rain dribbled outside as i sat in, holed up.. watching The Lunchbox for the nth time. I wonder what brings me to watch this movie over and over again... I've seen it so many times that I have now sort of come to by heart it's dialogues. It's distinct aloneness, the solitary shots of Irrfan Khan aka Saajan Fernandes smoking imaginary cigarettes in his balcony are one of my main points of attraction for this movie.