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Busan BIFF: Nidhi Saxena’s lyrical ‘Sad Letters of an Imaginary Woman’ acutely shows ‘Cinema is not the medium to tell stories’

Exclusive: Jaipur's Nidhi Saxena, the first Indian woman to get Asian Film Fund and premiered her debut feature 'Sad Letters of an Imaginary Woman' at Busan International Film Festival 2024, says, ‘Our films don’t talk about women’.

October 24, 2024 / 20:53 IST
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Indie filmmaker Nidhi Saxena (Photo: Ajender Singh); stills from her debut feature 'Sad Letters of an Imaginary Woman', which premiered at the Busan International Film Festival, South Korea.
Indie filmmaker Nidhi Saxena (Photo: Ajender Singh); stills from her debut feature 'Sad Letters of an Imaginary Woman', which premiered at the Busan International Film Festival, South Korea.

If walls could speak what stories it would tell of the people who live confined within them. The walls of the house, in Sad Letters of an Imaginary Woman, exquisitely shot by lensman Ashok Meena, are as blue as the lives of the women who inhabit it. The film produced by Sri Lankan filmmaker Vimukthi Jayasundara and India’s Nila Madhab Panda and Ajender singh, premiered at the 2024 Busan International Film Festival (BIFF) in South Korea. Its Jaipur-based director Nidhi Saxena is the first Indian woman to have won BIFF's supporting programme Asian Film Fund 2024 for post-production.

Nidhi Saxena, in her debut feature film, has made a lyrical cinema about a middle-aged Nidhi (Anamika Tiwari) who lives in a decrepit old house with her ageing mother Meera (Bhadra Basu). Being together in their silences and emotions, in their loneliness and depression, of submerged irascibility and buried hope, of unclosed chapters, trapped with memories of an inexpungible past, with a generational gendered trauma.

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If an older Meera sits watching a flickering TV screen, in what seems like a disaster-ravaged room, an apple in her hand falls and rolls down the floor, older Nidhi wants to sleep, in a fetal position, hoping to never wake up, but looks down the bed to play with a toy train. Older Nidhi carries a boom mic, hearing the walls, amplifying the sounds muted within the four walls and the sounds outside of things (travel: planes, trains) inaccessible to them. She telephones her younger self — recall Karthik Calling Karthik? But this is more a case of schizophrenia than Dissociative Identity Disorder. Acutely aware of the loneliness of her childhood, older Nidhi wants to be there for younger Nidhi. Despair has become second skin to Meera, who could have had a different life if she could have escaped her dead marriage. If Nidhi's father remained absent mostly (when he comes, flowers bloom but also glasses tumble down the stairs), her mother had been an absent presence. The exhaustion of caregiving has eaten up the lives of both Meera and Nidhi. It has become akin to a disease for both. The two women, facing their entwined destiny, are indistinguishable. Both living, breathing, crushed beneath the weight of an unbearable heaviness of living. Both, dead inside. Both, growing on each other, like fungus. This house — blue, bare, barren — is not a "room of their own", not a world of their own choosing. They cohabit the space like two spectres, they are not friends — maybe because of Nidhi, Meera could never leave outwardly, but, inwardly, Meera long left the world Nidhi grew up absorbing — conjoined by a sense of lack and melancholia.

Anamika Tiwari in a still from 'Sad Letters of an Imaginary Woman'.