I had planned to watch The Residence on Netflix slowly, one episode each night for a week. Instead, I ended up spending two days in a row completely absorbed, watching the whole thing in a single stretch. I can’t say I regret it. There’s a certain quiet pleasure in letting a story pull you in and not fighting it. This isn’t really a review. It’s more like a handful of thoughts from someone who spent a weekend living inside The Residence. I’m not here to critique, just to share what stayed with me, what caught me off guard, and why the time felt well spent. First impressions The series wastes…

Let me set the scene straight. The last time I watched this movie, I was probably more interested in Shah Rukh Khan’s dimples than thinking about social dilemma and moral commentary. I mean, come on — I was a kid! My biggest life decision back then was choosing between Maggi and Top Ramen.  Fast forward to now, and here I am, knee-deep in my first year of MBA, drowning in case studies about MNCs and global organizations, while my friends casually drop bombshells about their plans to move abroad for “better opportunities.” A lot of them have already moved abroad, trying to create an ideal life for themselves.  And then Mohan Bhargava…

There’s a short film on YouTube called NAPO. It’s only a few minutes long, but it really hit me. There are no dialogues and no dramatic background music throughout the movie. Just some soothing music and an old man with fading memories, a grandson with a pencil, and a quiet kind of love that sneaks up on you. By the end of the short film, I was warm in my heart, thinking about the people and moments we sometimes take for granted. Here’s what stayed with me: The little boy doesn’t force his grandfather to “remember.” Instead, he draws. He turns old photos into sketches, and suddenly, memories start to come back. It’s…