Why is it in India that we cannot take care of our disabled children ? Why do we get threatened by them, so scared of social approbation that we are willing to abandon our own flesh and blood, despite having the means to look after them ? Why is it that playing safe seems to be ingrained in our blood ? In love, 9 times out of 10, we will choose the guy who is rich and doesn't make us cry to the guy who is poor but makes us laugh ? Ranbir, a deaf, mute, has never let this inhibit him. And the background songs just don't stop playing in your head. If you're still not a fan of Ranbir, you will walk away as one. This is a fable, a beautifully shot, light, airy, bubbly fable.
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