sometimes, the end of a story makes the story more or less redundant..say the worst case... More often, however, the ends are what most of us remember...like- oh yes! i loved the way story went on and finally how the treasure was found in the old mans hut...or haan ...aur wo kabile ka sardar hi to rajkumar nikla....or, jeez i got all sobbing to see bella crying over edwards dead body! We may not notice but the end fades the charm of the story to a varied extent... This story that marks begining with a rare mistake, travels through the mumbai locals, makes it ways to the desks via swiftly pedaled bicycles and dabbawalas climbing the staircases frantically... Its like when i leave the last bite left in my tiffin, my wife may either think it tasted not-so-good or she might think i sent that back for her to eat .... yes, i did enjoy it without the last bite... The Lunchbox was tasty.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 22:24:21 +0000
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