Most people seem to have one moment. One moment that made them believe in love. One moment that gave them hope that they would find it. One moment that shaped their idea of what that love should look like. For many it’s a moment in a movie, or the entire movie itself. For others, it’s something from a book. Whether book or movie, the moment in question frequently comes from a fairy tale. From the time we are young we are steered toward fairy tales to shape our perceptions. We read them in simple storybook form or we watch them in animated and live-action spectacles of color and music. And so often the same stories show up, across cultures, across experiences. Cinderella, Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, The Little Mermaid, the list goes on. This is our first taste of romance and many people carry the lessons they learn into adulthood and filter their relationships through the moments they most remember. The prince falling in love when he first sees Cinderella, Snow White and Sleeping beauty being kissed awake and riding off into the sunset, the Little Mermaid giving up everything she knows for her prince. We come to believe that this is love. Perfection and gloss, an instant spark that never dies or flickers. We expect nothing less from real life relationships. We sigh and determine to wait for it to happen. We sing the songs to ourselves as we move along in our ordinary lives, confident that some day our true love will come along.
My moment does not come from a fairy tale. My moment doesn’t even come from one of those “romantic” movies that is simply a fairy tale in modern packaging. My moment is from Slumdog Millionaire. The Indian indie film that was a critical and commercial darling upon its release but has now been largely discarded. It is still viewed with fondness, but has been shelved in favor of newer pieces that seem to satiate the hunger of the moment. But because my “moment” comes from this film, I cannot forget it so easily. One small part of this story that is also somehow the entire crux of it has shaped me in such a way as to never allow it to leave my mind or heart, whether I am consciously aware of its presence or not.