I won’t give up

“The final purpose of art is to intensify, even, if necessary, to exacerbate, the moral consciousness of people.

                                                         Cinema – is a strange medium. We portray what we are not, but we are doing it all in our everyday life. We laugh, cry, fight, love, care… every day in some form or other and its natural moments of our life. When we bring those moments on celluloid, elaborate and exacerbate – it becomes reality of unreal.

One of my written script for a short film and I am putting the script here. Good, bad, ugly, whatever – opinion come to your mind– let me know in the comment section. Help me decide – should I go forward in making it on celluloid or throw it in the dustbin.

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INT. LIVING ROOM – EVENING

Still. Silence. The beat of a heart.

The room is in disarray. A half-filled glass placed on the table. A bottle of sleeping pills kept beside the glass.

The contents of a tin box, placed on the table, strewn out, photos, tickets, memories.

A golden wedding card lies next to a silver picture frame, a happy couple on their wedding day.

Sohini is sitting on the floor, her back against the sofa. Screwed up letters lie in a pile next to her.

Her eyes, red with crying, mascara run, nose red raw with blowing. She holds a wedding album in her lap.

Turning the page she stares, sounds of her wedding fill her head, people laughing, cracking jokes, calling loudly, and wedding music playing in background.

A small sarcastic smile escapes on Sohini’s lips. Her heart’s pounding.

The smile is now disgust. She rips the photo out and tears it into pieces. She turns the page and rips out the next photo. And the next one, and the next.

She’s furious now, grabbing the page she rips it from the album. She started weeping. Throwing the whole lot onto the table, everything goes flying. Pictures and memories scatter, the frame smashes the glass.

Tears rolling down her face, she rips up the last photo, screwing the pieces up and throws them to the floor.

She sits there. Still … Tears … Lost.

CUT

INT. SHOWER – EVENING

The rhythmic sound of water fills Sohini’s head, and pounds off her face and shoulders.

She’s staring … staring … at nothing, her thoughts have swallowed her.

Water runs down her face. Mascara down her cheeks. Eyes and nose raw from crying.

CUT

INT. BEDROOM – EVENING

Sohini is sitting on the edge of huge bed. Her nine month old daughter is sleeping on the bed.  Her head’s not giving up, noise, constantly. She stares vacantly to her daughter.

Sohini took the empty feeding bottle and left for kitchen.

CUT

INT. KITCHEN – EVENING

Sohini is standing in front of the burner. The feeding bottle is boiling, in a pan. She waits, still, vacant, steam rises, bubbling, hissing, boiling, it won’t stop. She stares, lost.

CUT

INT. LIVING ROOM – EVENING

Stretched out on the sofa, she looks at peace. The noise in her head is subsiding now. Her eyes close. Peace, peace and quiet.

A glass full of water is on the floor. Next to it an empty sleeping pill bottle is lying, cap discarded nearby, few pills spilling out over the carpet.

SOHINI’S DAUGHTER [VOICE OVER]

Weeping.

BLACK

EXT. FIELD – DAY

The bright sunny day. The blue sky full of summer clouds.  Sohini walks hand in hand with her man, through the green park. Laughing, they both collapse in a heap near a big tree.

Sohini, out of breath, smiling and laughing, rolls onto her side and talking nonstop. They cuddle together, he touches her nose and they giggle like kids.

CUT

EXT. CHILDREN PLAYGROUND – DAY

Sitting on the iron swing, Sohini’s feet are in the middle of the air, head hanging off backward. Her man pushes the swing from behind, gently at first, then faster, and faster. The air rushes through her hair, she’s laughing, the world around her swinging wildly.

Fluffy clouds swings by in a blue sky.

Sohini stretch her hand and tried to touch her man, the swing fly by, she missed him.
 
Her heart’s beating faster. She saw her man walking past backwardly.

Sohini waves his hands to call him near, he didn’t respond.

The swing is flying by. Sohini looks around, her man had gone.

Sohini got panicked. She wanted to get off the swing but the inertia kept the swing fly by. She jumped off the swing and fall down on the ground.

BLACK

INT. LIVING ROOM – EVENING

A faint sound of mobile phone ringing

… RIIIIING …

The sofa is empty. The filled glass is still on the floor, untouched.

… RIIIIING …

The pills are back in the bottle.

… RIIIIING …

The room is neatly maintained.

… RIIIIING…

The table meticulously organized. Only the wedding card, Wedding photograph and memories are missing.

… RIIIIING…

A bulky black plastic bag is kept in the room corner.

CUT

INT. BATHROOM – MORNING

Sohini taking the shower. Water pounds her face. Her face is calm and at peace. She looks determined. She is enjoying the shower.

CUT

EXT. ON A TAXI – DAY

Sohini sitting at the back sit of taxi. Smartly dressed, she looks confident.

She leaned forward and instructs the taxi driver.

SOHINI

Dada, ektu ba dike dar koraben…

(Keep on left please…)

Taxi driver nods his head and take the taxi to the left side of the road and halt.

Sohini looks at her daughter, who is lying on cradle, kept beside the bulky black plastic bag.

Sohini strokes the face of her daughter, give her a smile.

SOHINI

Ekkhuni aaschi betu.

(Mama won’t be late…)

Sohini gets out of the taxi with the black plastic bag in her hand and walks towards the dustbin pit.

Sohini throws the black plastic bag into the pit.

Moments later taxi’s door slams shut as Sohini climbs back in.

The taxi drives off.

FADE TO BLACK

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