Many seem to have taken a superficial look at the storyline and seem to have adjudged depravity, deviancy and philistinism. However, a closer unpartisan look opens up to a more quotidian aspect of a human, longing to find the missing piece in life. In her last breathe, Victoria calls Abdul as a Son, clearing the air for the presumptuous thoughts arising out of inchoate brains of many, who are still not satiated. Be it of a queen or a mendicant, the heart always longs to be connected to the soul despite the egregious society waiting to ascribe a preposterous stigma to an innocuous feeling.
Despite the accuracy of the events, the narrative of Victoria and Abdul contours with smattering of pearls, which will shine in the history.