PISHE

You know I had one dream this like actually, some years back. Vivid dream. I am in a cinema hall…and on the screen, I am seeing one young executive…holding a portfolio…leather portfolio…entering a hotel room. And from that hotel room, through the window, can be seen a swimming pool. Ok? And in the swimming pool, he saw a beautiful looking girl. And this executive, he very much has a want to meet this girl. Then the shot changes. That girl is now sitting inside the room, wearing a green sari. And the girl says to him, I have a story to tell: when I was twelve thirteen years, I was walking by the river…suddenly a strong flood has come, and with my hands in the air like this saying save me, save me…then the picture faded. Then next scene is showing one elderly gentleman, wearing a dhuti. And until now actually shots were in color, ok? This one it became black and white. Elderly gentleman he is going, basket on his head…as he is going, absentmindedly like this, as if he is catching a fly and putting in the basket. Catching. Putting. And seeing this I turned to my friend and sayed— all this time there was no friend there, suddenly my friend was next to me— and I sayed to him: this is trash! This cinema has no meaning. And just as I sayed this, my sleep broke. And finding Pishimoni next to me, I sayed to her…what a strange and beautiful cinema I have seen. Just like this I sayed. “What a strange and beautiful cinema.”