Two years of Mayaanadhi

Rarely does films do the magic of lingering in your psyche even after years.Mayaanadhi holds a firm grip over the emotional and artistic level of one's mind just because of its aesthetics.Aashiqabu and Rex Vijayan did a Wonderful play of aesthetics in the movie to which most film lovers are indebted to.

Mathan(Tovino Thomas)and Appu (Aishwarya lekshmi ) of Mayaanadhi are two unpredictable humans. They act according to their instincts until the end. Their love-hate relationship is what gives us an urgency to fall in love.Mathan has all the right to love Appu and Appu has all her reasons to hate Mathan. Yet they remain like the last leaves of autumn, reluctant to fall when they are unable to stay.

The fall and rise of Appu are just like a phoenix from ashes and she expects Mathan to be like a phoenix. But Mathan's wings were chopped off before he could fly high, however hard Appu tried to protect him.

The music of Rex Vijayan heightens the beauty of the entire film which flows mystically throughout the film. Every time, the deep melancholic music finds its way not into our brain but straight to the heart which is capable of making even heartbreaks beautiful.

Why I and probably the majority of you carry and pamper this movie is obviously because of its tragic nature and music. Had Mathan been united with Appu, this movie would have lost its essence and aesthetics.Mathan being the constant support and critic of Appu, follows her like a shadow that Appu really wants in her heart of hearts.And she believes that one day Mathan would come to her running like before to his'Aps' under the yellow streetlights.And it is this last part and the hope of Appu which goes deep into the heart of viewers creating a permanent ache, that has gained all my applause and love.
(Was mulling over this for 2 years, Wrote this last month, find today as accurate to post)

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