Mumbai is rainy. Pattering rain, clattering rain, damp Mumbai, damp everyone's heart. The class that cannot be crossed, the yin and yang that cannot be crossed, the heart that cannot be crossed. The beautiful woman who lives in the videotape, the handsome laundryman with idealistic dreams, the warm and kind Isa, the stubborn, sensitive and inaccessible painter. Four people, he loves her, she loves him, he loves her. They live in the bustling, crowded place of Mumbai, approaching, passing each other's lives, but never being able to blend in. The huge class difference seemed to be hundreds of billions of light-years away, and it took away all his courage. She is the beauty in his heart, the clean smile, the life of the upper class, but that is just looking up, how can he match.
The film shows us the real Mumbai, with wet streets, scattered and dilapidated houses, and stands by the sea where the rich live. Huge gap between rich and poor, thousands of dreams, thousands of lives. Life is like this, everyone walks on their own track, one day maybe we will meet, or we will separate after meeting, and return to our own place.
Everyone is like that. We passed by in a seemingly chaotic but orderly manner.
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