The Chinese (Red) String Theory is based on this simple proverb:
‘An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break.’
I loved ‘The Lunchbox’ for multiple reasons. To state one – the anticipation of
a letter, of what the returned lunchbox container would contain, a woman’s joy
at seeing it empty, her courage in thanking the receiver of her sincere cooking
for having liked her food, unconventional friendships, the slow discovery of
another’s secrets – these things to me are what, for an eloquent word, magic
is. In a world where most of us continuously look for glamour, are attracted by
glitz and out of the world things, extreme highs or lows, where we despise
ordinary things – it is a movie which wonderfully makes you long to be simple,
to regain the ability to be made happy by small things, to believe in kinship
and the power of honest thoughts. It makes one nostalgic for written notes,
labours of love; for pieces of paper to hang on to as keepsakes.
Most of all, it lets you believe that there is someone among the 7 billion people in the world, despite the messy maps created by those unskilled at drawing borders, who longs to hear what you have to say; it lets you believe in the Red String Theory.
"Listen. Some things Nino, some things are like this. Pay attention to them. What the whiff of dried bouquet in the air tells you, what soothes you amidst the blinding lights on the road. Pay attention to the things you miss in half beats.
Imagine. You are the empress of a wild kingdom. Let the castle of your heart be unguarded because what would life be without crenellations, without a risky angle?"
Most of all, it lets you believe that there is someone among the 7 billion people in the world, despite the messy maps created by those unskilled at drawing borders, who longs to hear what you have to say; it lets you believe in the Red String Theory.
"Listen. Some things Nino, some things are like this. Pay attention to them. What the whiff of dried bouquet in the air tells you, what soothes you amidst the blinding lights on the road. Pay attention to the things you miss in half beats.
Imagine. You are the empress of a wild kingdom. Let the castle of your heart be unguarded because what would life be without crenellations, without a risky angle?"
