It was 2020 and a pandemic blanketed the globe. People had retreated into their homes to remain safe from the deadly virus. In the face of an uncertain future, the yearning for a human connection had found newer meanings. When the Covid lockdown was announced in India, my friend was stuck in a university hostel room. The university—a space where the bustle never died down—was eerily empty, except for a handful of students caught unawares. Meals and conversations were scarce in the hostel; corridor chitchats seemed a thing of the past. In the midst of this crippling isolation, she found Hayao Miyazaki.