Monika Rawal

I walked into Jolly LLB 3 expecting a clash of titans — Akshay Kumar and Arshad Warsi, both returning as the two “Jollys”, squaring off in what was promised to be the biggest installment of...

I've seen quite a few stories about the Covid-19 pandemic over the last couple of years. Films like India Lockdown, The Vaccine War, Bheed, Love Marriage, and Unpaused all tried to capture different facets of that chaotic time. But honestly, Homebound hits different. It's not just another pandemic story. It's something more personal, raw, and painfully real — and it stayed with me long after I watched it.

I walked out of Gustaakh Ishq with a swirl of emotions I couldn't immediately untangle. On one hand, the film's poetic narrative — laced with shero-shayari, old-school tameez and tehzeeb — transported me to a world that felt suspended outside time. A world where words carry weight, where glances linger, where silence speaks. But almost as quickly, I found myself switching back to the real world, where love stories are skewed, hurried, or simply drowned in the noise of everything else.