- What are you writing? A story?
- What story?
- It’s just a story.
- Is there a guy in the story? And one girl?
- Both love each other?
- Are they going to?
- I don’t know.
– Conversation between Varun and Pakhi, Lootera
I have not seen a fall more beautiful than light’s and leaves’, but then I wasn’t even around here in 1953 that I could possibly have witnessed a fall the most beautiful kind: light and leaves falling for each other.
She gleamed. She radiated. She permeated the air. She couldn’t hide even if she had to. For she was the light.
He fluttered. He was unhurried. He absorbed light. He changed colors and at the hands of his own fate, withered. For he was the leaf.
In Vikramaditya Motwane’s Lootera, she (Pakhi) falls for him (Varun). And he, for her.
Like all leaves, he soon finds a season to change his color. And when it transpires her, she enters all places broken and dark.
And one might think… Ah! that was a sad tale,
*Poof!* He comes back — some leaves don’t leave.
“I had left everything behind, to forget everything. I don’t know why you came back, I don’t know why I let you. When you are sleeping, I feel like strangling you but I don’t,” she says.
She plans on dying the moment the last leaf falls and makes the tree stand naked. But how can light die?
And how can a mortal leaf stop it from dying?
It is in moments where, just like in Lootera, all you need is to hear that your leaf will fall with you that you live, and the rest as you know, remains a history … a history of the most beautiful fall.
— Hardik Yadav