There is a reason why the ‘coming of age’ trope is a cliched classic. You can never have enough of it. Each generation has its version of it – the predictable beats of being lost, the journey of making objectively stupid choices until the protagonist stumbles into that profound moment of purpose and clarity (typically in a picturesque location) – that warms your heart. You could love or hate (or both) the protagonist, but you’ll always be rooting for them. You’ll be watching the movie till they get their literal or metaphorical ‘homecoming’.
My understanding of India is a little like that – its coming of age.
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