How long will this person be so sad - Irrfan Khan you will be missed - BW Reviews
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When his pictures pass through the eyes, the grief of his departure unwittingly surrounds him. What kind of desire is there that one feels after one's departure. It turns out that the relationship with him was very intense. There was a relationship that was tied very tightly on both sides by a long string. Now that one end is broken, I do not understand with whom to tie the other end that is left in our hands. Now the only question is that There was only one person where I did? Oh tyrant yes !! Really !! Irfan Khan was the same.

People say that Irfan used to act closest to reality. He used to breathe his life into inanimate dialogues. He did not have to adapt to the character. Every character adapted to his color. I had the pleasure and excitement of going to the real Irfan Khan in dozens of his interviews. I would respond to his words with laughter with simplicity and patience. He had succeeded to some extent in knowing the reality of life. Money, fame and fame were also universal. He was a pundit of some films from which he did not get a wow wow, but listening to his words, he seemed to think beyond all these things. Khan had removed the man from his name. His thinking on religion had become quite unconventional. In order to accept things in his own way and way of thinking, a group of Indian Maulvis took him by surprise. He defended his questions on the live show that I have to accept every principle of religion with my intellect and knowledge.

He had become so familiar with the meaningless absurdities and impermanence of life that he took out all the multiplicity in his letter. What was that letter? It was the essence of a philosopher's life. Write in your own words, my dear !! Life is not what it used to be. Life is what is in pain and it makes you feel like you are in great pain. Like God, there is pain all around. The same pain that surrounded Shiv Kumar Batalvi when he was also in pain. He described something like this in words.
I called the pain Kaaba
The name of the Lord is afflicted.

Call it an experience of love, delusion or coincidence. I get the mail to say goodbye to my family weeks in advance, just like the thought of my late grandmother's death came to me secretly one night before going to bed, and in the morning this thought became reality. Wake up with the news. To be honest, after watching Irfan's last film, I started to feel like he was doing his job of pain. He was falling like attractive eyes. Kesner has created a mess in every vein. I have that news and millions of people lying on the other side of the border, pretending to be a participant in an unseen funeral, were in tears, their eyes were watery, but we were lucky that we were able to save the great artist of the age from death. Seen in every color.

Wherever the instability of life is mentioned, the letter of Irfan will be read, where the mysteries and secrets of acting will be discussed, his films will be seen, the seed has been buried, now the next generation will sit in its shadows.

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