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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...
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...
