Some films don’t just end with the credits — they quietly linger, like echoes of our own past. For me, Garam Hawa wasn’t just a movie I watched; it was a memory I carried, a mystery I unraveled over years, and a lifelong emotion stitched into my love for cinema. 1973 — A Small Town, A Big Impression The year was 1973. I was in Class 6, growing up in Gonda — a quiet town where entertainment meant just two cinema halls: Vinod Talkies and Krishna Talkies. It was at…
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