India, Oct. 15 -- Dichotomous. There is a light, persistent hum of the word in my ears. A clear chasm almost.

I hear it in the grey of the sweatpants that are soon swapped by the opulence of ivory, new moon black, and ajrak in signature Abu Jani Sandeep Khosla pizzazz.

It is in the ashen of the Asian Paints walls of the set that feel like they are ebbing in shades of cloudbursts and deluge until the light of the studio shines bright on them like the growing sun.

Somber. Reflective. Content. Irreverent. Fragmented. A lesson in Kintsugi. All at once.

It is in the man I stare at, a name synonymous with global cinema-in the slow, deliberate words he answers me with and in the confident strides that break the monotony of the room with a s...