India, Nov. 13 -- Come November, all roads lead back to Goa. There is something quietly magical about this time of year, when the salty breeze feels like it's carrying unfinished scripts and half-formed characters, when the sunsets look like they were painted for the big screen, and the whole atmosphere buzzes with a kind of electric, creative promise. The International Film Festival of India (IFFI) is returning for its 56th edition, and honestly, it feels like more than just a festival; it feels like coming home. Home to stories, to cinema, to the kind of shared emotion that only a dark room full of strangers watching the same frame can give you. Since its first steps back in 1952, IFFI has grown alongside Indian cinema, through grainy bla...