I am on a roll with the matching word beginnings, or what.
I went to the movie “Lion” with the kid at our local open air theatre. And cried buckets. Buckets. I was so embarrassed because my friend was sitting right next to me, and I couldn’t stop sobbing. And then when I tried to stop myself from crying, my throat got all caught up, and started paining, the strain of trying not to cry gave me a headache, and not letting the water pour out of the eyes made my eyes smart. Oh bother.
I am a complete nut case. I can’t watch a single movie with a single sentimental scene without sobbing like a child. In fact, I can’t even stop myself from getting all teary at the National Anthem that is sung now before all movies. I usually start singing along with the aired version, but by the time I reach Jaya Hey, I am a mess.