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Three of us : A poetry on celluloid
Shailaja, an ordinary middle-aged woman leading a mundane life, is rapidly forgetting everything, anything. Dementia is taking over, and she helplessly watches as her eyes convey surrender to the inevitable. She decides to revisit a quaint small town to relive her childhood memories, some friends, a friend—well, at least that's the narrative she likes to believe.
Dipankar Desai, Shailaja's husband, a middle-aged man, caring, amiable (well, almost), and amenable, accompanies Shailaja on her journey to relive her childhood once again.
Pradeep Kamat, a true embodiment of tall, dark, and handsome, lives a monochrome life. He is a bland, somewhat reclusive bank employee who doesn't trust men but feels more assured in the company of women. He writes poetry and works on embroidery to give wings to his thoughts, a far cry from the so-called Alpha Male.
As Shailaja and Dipankar arrive in the quaint small town, memories of her childhood flood back, with each street corner triggering fragments of her past. She meets Pradeep, and the floodgates of unresolved emotions open. Understandably, Shailaja has been treading a safe path until now, telling herself that Pradeep is her childhood friend, and she wanted to meet him, maybe for the last time in her right mind. She's unsure if Pradeep still remembers her and harbors the same unsaid emotions from back then. She wants to look into the eyes of that emotion she left behind 28 years ago and find out if both of them felt it. Pradeep, too, treads a safe path, uncertain of Shailaja's emotional trajectory. Their restrained yet powerful emotions start to flow, and unfortunately, Dipankar is stranded in it.
No, it's nobody's fault. Sometimes, you're not just yourself with the person you've spent the longest time with; you just don't spark. Sometimes, you are just yourself and beyond with someone whom you've spent just a fragment of time. Some people in the course of our journey bring out the most sparkling, glowing version of us we never knew existed. Yet, they can't be our forever. So, that's what Shailaja and Pradeep feel for each other—a feeling that is ephemeral yet profound, a feeling that keeps flowing without asking for proprietorship. A feeling called Love.
Sometimes one cannot explain what it is about a particular person that you never felt with any other. A woman has always been taught that she has to be the happiest with her husband. Her center of happiness should be that person. But reality often speaks another language. That's why when Dipankar confronts Shailaja that he has never seen her the happiest, and is this so? Shailaja asks him instead, "When was the last time we were sad together?" Dipankar doesn't have any concrete answer to this eye-opener. He has to accept it and he chooses not to undo their reality over this tiny block that exists in his wife's life. One cannot rein someone's emotion, and love is a special emotion.
I am simply awestruck by this movie. It is a very close version of poetry on celluloid.
The best part is that all the characters are devoid of any hostilities. The two most important persons in Shailaja and Pradeep's lives are their life partners, and both of them are very good human beings. Both Dipankar and Sarika are good human beings.
I won't delve into the acting of the main cast. You've got to see it to believe it. They are truly marvelous. But Shefali Shah and Jaydeep Ahlawat, my words will fall short. Shefali Shah, her eyes can convey every emotion without uttering a word. And Jaydeep Ahlawat... man, what an actor he is! A man who can easily shed tears upon discovering his childhood love has remembered him for the past 28 years and is destined to fade away into the thick fog of her mind in the near future. A man who does embroidery work to express his feelings, and there's nothing uncommon about it.
In an obnoxious world of Kabir Singh and Ranvijay Singh, Pradeep Kamat is the oxygen we need. He is the definition of an evolved man, and I don't care if he is alpha, beta, or gamma.
© Meraki
#threeofus
Dipankar Desai, Shailaja's husband, a middle-aged man, caring, amiable (well, almost), and amenable, accompanies Shailaja on her journey to relive her childhood once again.
Pradeep Kamat, a true embodiment of tall, dark, and handsome, lives a monochrome life. He is a bland, somewhat reclusive bank employee who doesn't trust men but feels more assured in the company of women. He writes poetry and works on embroidery to give wings to his thoughts, a far cry from the so-called Alpha Male.
As Shailaja and Dipankar arrive in the quaint small town, memories of her childhood flood back, with each street corner triggering fragments of her past. She meets Pradeep, and the floodgates of unresolved emotions open. Understandably, Shailaja has been treading a safe path until now, telling herself that Pradeep is her childhood friend, and she wanted to meet him, maybe for the last time in her right mind. She's unsure if Pradeep still remembers her and harbors the same unsaid emotions from back then. She wants to look into the eyes of that emotion she left behind 28 years ago and find out if both of them felt it. Pradeep, too, treads a safe path, uncertain of Shailaja's emotional trajectory. Their restrained yet powerful emotions start to flow, and unfortunately, Dipankar is stranded in it.
No, it's nobody's fault. Sometimes, you're not just yourself with the person you've spent the longest time with; you just don't spark. Sometimes, you are just yourself and beyond with someone whom you've spent just a fragment of time. Some people in the course of our journey bring out the most sparkling, glowing version of us we never knew existed. Yet, they can't be our forever. So, that's what Shailaja and Pradeep feel for each other—a feeling that is ephemeral yet profound, a feeling that keeps flowing without asking for proprietorship. A feeling called Love.
Sometimes one cannot explain what it is about a particular person that you never felt with any other. A woman has always been taught that she has to be the happiest with her husband. Her center of happiness should be that person. But reality often speaks another language. That's why when Dipankar confronts Shailaja that he has never seen her the happiest, and is this so? Shailaja asks him instead, "When was the last time we were sad together?" Dipankar doesn't have any concrete answer to this eye-opener. He has to accept it and he chooses not to undo their reality over this tiny block that exists in his wife's life. One cannot rein someone's emotion, and love is a special emotion.
I am simply awestruck by this movie. It is a very close version of poetry on celluloid.
The best part is that all the characters are devoid of any hostilities. The two most important persons in Shailaja and Pradeep's lives are their life partners, and both of them are very good human beings. Both Dipankar and Sarika are good human beings.
I won't delve into the acting of the main cast. You've got to see it to believe it. They are truly marvelous. But Shefali Shah and Jaydeep Ahlawat, my words will fall short. Shefali Shah, her eyes can convey every emotion without uttering a word. And Jaydeep Ahlawat... man, what an actor he is! A man who can easily shed tears upon discovering his childhood love has remembered him for the past 28 years and is destined to fade away into the thick fog of her mind in the near future. A man who does embroidery work to express his feelings, and there's nothing uncommon about it.
In an obnoxious world of Kabir Singh and Ranvijay Singh, Pradeep Kamat is the oxygen we need. He is the definition of an evolved man, and I don't care if he is alpha, beta, or gamma.
© Meraki
#threeofus
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