Have you ever wept after months of feeling the tears gather at the edges of your being? Have you ever wept until you thought there was nothing left, only to find yourself yearning for more tears, as though they were the very thing your soul had been starved of all along? Have you ever found yourself gasping between sobs after spending so long breathing through life on sheer endurance alone? Have you ever comforted yourself because there was no one else around to do it for you? Have you ever tried to lift your own spirits while knowing that, after all, you were all you had? On an otherwise random summer Monday afternoon, I found myself doing exactly all this. The tears arrived after seasons of anticipation, after many afternoons spent sensing their approach, postponing their arrival, pretending they belonged to another day. And when they finally came, they came all at once. What came to mind almost instantly was Harry (Shah Rukh Khan) from Imtiaz Ali’s Jab Harry Met Sejal. There is a moment …