I wish there was more of the Delhi I knew, on celluloid: Poonam Saxena, in The Way We Were

A certain long-gone Mumbai is preserved in movie after movie. One must hunt much harder, to revisit the Capital of the ’50s to ’70s.

This is NRI season, when relatives and friends who live overseas return home to visit. A septuagenarian aunt of mine mourns that, with every trip, she finds Delhi’s landscape dramatically altered. All the familiar landmarks are gone. It is almost like she is grieving the loss of a loved one.

On her next visit, I have decided to screen for her the 1981 film Chashme Buddoor, Sai Paranjpye’s love letter to Delhi. When I watched it recently, I was bewitched