Earlier this year I found my YouTube feed filled with songs of a peculiar sounding movie titled "Call me by your name". Wondering why on earth I'd ever do that, I gave the song a try. It would take me just half a minute to realize that this song, this particular song, I would cherish as a favorite forever. And hence began the fangirling. I watched all the trailers. I read the Wikipedia article. I watched interviews of the author. I stalked Armie Hammer on Instagram. I told everyone I met about the book, the movie and especially, the songs. And of course, I listened to "Mystery of love" on repeat till my ears throbbed in pain and my head was filled with confabulations of warm sunny days and sepia-tinted skies. My imagination of the summers of northern Italy was prefaced by the opening scenes of the movie, the characters complementing the green of the orchard, basking in the white light of the yellow sun, in their billowy pastel colored clothes. It reminded me o