A man rushes toward a woman on a foggy street, their expressions hinting at unfinished words and unresolved emotions. The moment freezes the tension between what was said, what wasn’t, and what could have been.
I was in the middle of the road trying to figure my way to the pavement through the maze of the oncoming vehicles. It was just impossible to step ahead or back, and it seemed I was frozen in time. The worst was I could not remember how I was transposed at this particular location. Nothing doing, I just decided to take the next step and the vehicles went crazy trying to save me…
At that very moment, I saw her walking on the pavement wearing a red dress, looking at me with surprise, and I knew that I had found my life. And that’s when I was launched 10 feet in the air to land in the hospital. But as luck would have it, she was the doctor who attended to my bruises and cuts while laughing her wits out. As she started out the door, I held her hand and she turned around and smiled… as I closed my eyes…
The lights suddenly came on and so did the chatter… the movie was over, everyone was up and I was still holding on to the chair. As I walked out, still coming to terms with the reality, I saw everyone talking about the movie experience. The two hours of time spent to see and understand the story made me think about all those stories which were in the making or had just started, and many which were lost with time with no one to tell.
True stories don’t sell… unless you add elements of everyone’s desires. What I saw in those couple of hours hardly defined my life, but the fact that I could see at times myself or things that resonated with my life made the movie engrossing. As the story went through the suspense and the drama, at times it felt like I was a part of it – to that part where I wanted to be a part of it. The richness of the location, costumes, the beautiful heroine and the replaced hero – all in a few hundred rupees of the ticket cost – was desirous and also imaginative
A phase of life that you always wanted to relive with glory is given wings in those two hours. I was a part of the rich experience. As I exited the cinema hall, I saw my friends were discussing the sequel that may follow. A virtual world, I thought, but what about my life and my story…
I believe that only a few have a story that can be sold… the rest are like me… they have an untold story.
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