Prataya Saha is one of those few directors whose films don’t need too many dialogues to send across a hard-hitting message. Powerful storytelling, crisp editing, and a thought-provoking issue is what drives his latest short film — Just Another Day.
The film explores the hushed up reality of domestic abuse…
The dry leaf rolled over to the side of the road
Turning over itself slowly in the subtle breeze
Until it went down the open gutter
And was out of sight
Yes, it had life but was running out of it
Running to the side of the road
Running away from the tree
Running away from being…
The country is burning
The grounds, the forests, the streets, the hospitals
No, it isn’t a wildfire, or arson, nor is it climate change.
It is the dead bodies of somebody’s loved one
Because of the medical care we couldn’t arrange.
Who prioritized an election to be won?
I’d like to ask a question to all the environment-loving, bibliophilic friends of mine.
What do you think of when I say the word — Rusty?
Yes! Even I thought about the boy from hills…an image of a dense foliage of trees sprawling out in front of my eyes like…
A lament, for every girl
I gave you my heart
And you broke it
I picked up the pieces
Gave them to you again
You pulled out a hammer
Shattered them into smaller pieces
I swept the ground
To pick what was left
Gave them to you again
As I felt the pain
You stomped on them
Until there was nothing
Left for me to pick-up
And away I went
With a lament
For every new girl’s scent.
Do you think you can downsize your vacations? Can you disconnect from your daily life and discover a sense of calm in nature? Can you stop being busy, and spend a weekend practicing the art of doing nothing? …
How would you like a vacation where the wellbeing of you as well as the environment goes hand-in-hand at every step of the way? Can you reimagine your holiday at a repurposed shipping container that helps you not only rejuvenate, but also reconnect with nature and be a responsible traveler?
Inspired by “My November Guest” by Robert Frost.
The two lampposts stood on either side of the street
Running through a barren field
Not one other thing in sight
Shielding me from the dark, day and night
Their shadows ran around me
Like the fortress around an adoptee