one of my largest regrets this year, despite it being 2020, is that i couldn’t find a home to write about what Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge means to me (it turns 25 today). it’s the first movie i ever saw as a toddler & the movie i’ve seen the most times in my life over and over

my youngest memories are learning to dance from this movie & rewinding an aging vhs once again. this beautiful corny silly movie is literally my insides & i am forever thankful for the day my mom dumped me at my khala’s home who plopped me in front of the tv & popped in this vhs

it’s India’s longest running movie in theaters, even 25 years later. my other massive regret is that i will probably never get to see this movie in a theater. meanwhile, my childhood was spent practicing the routine to this perfect horny song

i learnt longing and yearning as a little baby watching simran write horny af poetry in her diary for a dude she’d never seen or met but who she demanded bring the moon to her doorstep and also to stop giving her sleepless nights and do something about it a MOOD

i asked my mom to buy me that iconic white skirt and tied shirt and she stared at me in muslim like i’d lost my mind. this movie literally has the most beautiful and perfect 90s outfits. cottage core? babe simran invented it.

an extremely horny first time drunk brown girl bop? simran’s got you covered again. also, my favorite indian movie in EU trope is when the old whites are just staring at you in the distance. like imagine you’re a white 60yo in zurich & this is being filmed

look my parents hated each other and so did every other adult couple in my life. i’d had never seen anyone even hold hands let alone a real romance until this movie and every time i hear this beautiful ballad i still cry

the longing, the will they won’t they, the not knowing if their love is reciprocated, the spunky little sister, the quietly sad mom, the angry dad, the trains, god the constant trains!! i could write a whole essay about how this movie is defined only by its moments in trains

tbqh romance, rom coms, grandiose love stories are the only things that have brought me comfort all through quarantine. there’s something just so endlessly, even annoyingly, fucking hopeful about a romance. i’ll be watching DDLJ again today, all day, on repeat