Half Girlfriend is many things—messy, melodramatic, occasionally tone-deaf. And yet, it’s also very Mohit Suri. Heart on sleeve, drenched in rain, with a love that’s all-consuming and slightly dysfunctional.
It’s not his most acclaimed work, nor his most refined. But there’s something about it. The idea of being "almost enough" for someone. Of chasing closure long after you should’ve let go. Of believing that music and monsoons could heal things words couldn’t.
I didn't like it at that time, but planning to revisit it sometime soon.
This is not me romanticizing it after Saiyaara, but wondering would it have worked today?
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