A story of love, sex and deceit
Yesterday, after finishing Meenal Baghel’s Death In Mumbai, I had to rush to Ambience, the biggest mall in Gurgaon and, perhaps, as advertisements claim, in Asia, for a 10.30 am film show. I was early and had 20 minutes to kill. So I stood outside the multiplex, sipping coffee, my eyes trained on sleepy, lovey-dovey couples walking around, their bodies stuck together as if pulled by the force of their passion.