C. Joseph Vijay, ayyo, that name takes me back to a Sunday morning in 2019 — my daughter was home for the holidays, and we were watching one of his films on the telly. She was laughing so hard at his dance moves that she spilled her chai on my chilli plant pot. I had to pretend to be angry, but chala bagundi, seeing her that happy. That man’s movies are like the Hyderabad biryani from that old shop near Moazzam Jahi Market — you know it’s not the healthiest, but it fills the heart in a way nothing else can.
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