Kaho Naa… Parivaar Hai

Modern Family

Kaho Naa… Parivaar Hai

Illustration: Sushant Ahire


fhe cheapest way to get air-conditioned entertainment for a middle-class family,” is how my father defines going to the movies. But this sweet little joke is only a whittled-down version of what cinema has meant to us as a familial unit.

We have lived together in the same house for over two decades, but the closest we have been to each other physically is in an artificial gold family tree photo frame: Three awkward headshots hanging next to each other. We cry in our separate favourite corners; venting is a personal affair executed by smoking or making hushed phone calls or simply locking doors. One of the only things that has brought us together is the forced silence birthed in a cinema hall. In that induced darkness, we are three silhouettes sitting next to each other. Suddenly everything is allowed, and all our guards are down. We have cried together in the saddest pits of Kal Ho Naa Ho, felt awkward at the nakedness in Titanic, and laughed effortlessly like close friends during Hera Pheri.