It took me days and days of mulling over ‘Disco Dancer’ before I could write this. So many images came to mind, my mother’s trinket boxes, full of earrings she wore when she was a girl, and which I wear now, her steel cupboard with the smell of talcum powder in it, the brocade kameez which I cut into a skirt, the zari of her dupattas.

‘Disco Dancer’ evoked an emotional response in me which was so hard to put down on paper. I couldn’t stop grinning every time I thought about it.

But finally, here’s the review at

Please go read it.

Or watch this.