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Review on A suitable boy


Have you watched A Suitable Boy?🌺

In today's world of diminishing pluralism and spitting hatred between the majority and minority communities in India, A Suitable Boy both as a novel and as a series is a gift in disguise. It is a boon to our broken times, that tells to us that yes wounds, prejudice and hatred all can be solved and forgotten if there is love. That ultimately it is love that triumphs it all. Take it the choice of Lata on whom she deems as a suitable candidate for marriage to Maan and Firoz's friendship that spans across the hatred between their communities, both prove to us that it is love that is the ultimate elixir. 

Wonderful casting power and flamboyant direction has made the series every worth of your time. The striking unreliability of the protagonist of Lata and her confused lifestyle of jumbled decisions along with her mother's typical Indian mother act and emotional dilemma is worthy of your view. Saeeda Bai and  Savita did not disappoint me at all.  Both though are not major characters but whatever screen time they have is all well deserved. Though you do get the idea of diminishing pluralism and the realness of suitable choices, the manner with which they are portrayed as compared to the start is a tad bit rushed.

All of the elements of richness and sophistication that the show has to offer, the sprawling plotline bejeweled with the precious stones that define the basis of the Indian society of the 1950s, the soul wrenching background tracks majorly played on sitar to the warm handloom designs and ravishing and lucious cinematography, A Suitable Boy did not disappoint me at all. It is an adaptation that suits the grandeur of the tome of the Vikram Seth classic bestseller.

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