Dear Zindagi. It’s been a while since I could relate to a female character as much as I did with Kaira. It’s not just the mess of her life in general but the inability to get a message across despite being mostly a creative and compassionate individual. The anger and the resentment towards society. Abandonment at the centre of it, as always. Sometimes even being the abandonee. It works both ways, you know? The symbolism of seeing another person’s name everywhere even though that’s not what it is. The way we both listen to our own music in a loud, crowded club. The older male character who helps her sort out her life. Perhaps, the same way the guitarist filled his own version of the role in my life almost a decade back. It was all too familiar, dear life.