Director: Fawzia Mirza
Writer: Fawzia Mirza
Cast: Amrit Kaur, Nimra Bucha, Hamza Haq, Charlie Boyle, Ali A.Kazmi
Runtime: 97 mins
To those of us raised on Bollywood films, our notion of romance is shaped in song. It’s a man and a woman dancing to a memorable melody, full of rhythm and verve. It’s a woman dancing and singing while the man just stands there (you know those songs). The outfits are beautiful. The background dancers are vivacious and full of life. The voices of Lata Mangeshkar, Alka Yagnik, and Shreya Ghoshal spin words that you didn’t even know could be used to describe but somehow they do and it’s magic.
We look at the way the hero and heroine look at each other and imagine that one day someone would look at us in the same way. The exact same way Shah Rukh Khan and Kajol look at each other, with eyes that seem to erase the very boundaries of time and space. But what happens to those of us diehard romantics who realise, in our different ways, that we don’t look at others the same way that seemingly everyone does? That there is something different in the way we look at the world and who we look at with longing.
Azra (Amrit Kaur) realises this in a tender moment in her adolescence that quickly becomes traumatising. In that moment, like so many of us queers, she realises her own mother finds the desire she just discovered to be wrong, abhorrent, sinful. But queerness isn’t a phase or a spell put on you by your best friend that’ll go away if you pray hard enough. It is an inherent part of who we are and how we are. But as Azra grows more comfortable in her queer skin, that doesn’t mean that her mother Mariam (Nimra Bucha) grows in the same way.