Managing to watch a quality Indian movie is quite a rarity. Despite having a very poor opinion about Bollywood, I have spent several weekends watching trashy Hindi fare, if only to keep company with family and provide them a break. My last 3 movies sound like incrementally potent versions of psychological torture that puts waterboarding to shame.

So, watching LunchBox was very refreshing, entertaining and left me with a lump in my throat on a few occasions. Beautifully made with an endearing story and makes you root for the two lonely protagonists. The way the curtains were drawn reminded me of how that great series, The Sopranos, ended. 

A brilliant movie and coming from someone who was making his debut, quite a stunning result.