Sanity fled me, sense could not prevail;
Conscience corrupted told me, the colour of your hearts so pale;
The hypothalamus someone plucked,
And the pituitary body is out for a duck,
So words are all I possess,
And they are my only means to success.

Why Aditya Dhar’s Dhurandhar is Sukoon, Detail, and Resilience Masterpiece
Every now and then, a piece of cinema comes along that shifts the landscape of how we tell stories. For me, that movie is Dhurandhar.




