about amrutha..from elsewhere again!

speechless because of the torrent within...

just saw amrutha, the movie by maniratnam of the story of a kid....an extraordinarily willed kid....

before the storm thats piling up in me bursts out, let me first focus on the things that i'll most likely forget...
have to do the sashtanga pranamam for that last scene, where nandita das, playing syamala, terrorist mom of amruta, for the first time after leaving her as a baby, gives in... after so much of the battle to that urge to respond to back to her child's urgent tugging at her...mentally bombarding her....

that scene spread over a period of maybe a minute or so, moves from each actor's face to come back and focus on the main players, the mother and the child...
it is so vivid, she wants to respond, but life's lessons hold her back fast losing their grip..and she first stares blankly, then swiftly traversing years in her memories, then comes back to focus on this present...and the innocence, the deep desire and that too overwhelming a bond finally rules her...
gives in and hugs her so tight, i got crushed...not just from the scene, but what he conveyed in that past moment, the tension in her mind radiated so clearly, and that silence was so agonising for me that now i have to give in to write in this direct unassembled form and structure with no preamble and no format...so impulsively it has pulled at something in me...to burst out...cry with her...feel the loneliness and gratitude and that irrepresible thing called hope...in the kiddo, and in the mother....

at least for those like them i am so inclined to believe that there will be that day, as she says when there will be peace and no war around and then they will together be for ever....

amen.inshallah.
namaste...