Peddler of dreams...

This is also not an original title. It's a literal tranalation of the words Swapner Pheriwala, which is a Bengali film by Subrata Sen. So why am I talking about it?

Going back in time, I watched Swapner Pheriwala way back in 2002 at the Asian Film Festival held in Mumbai. It's a layered film that touches upon a number of things - love, dreams, superstitions, loss and magic. It's the story of this young girl Turni (played by Nilanjana Sharma), who was orphaned as a child. She lives with her grandfather and issueless aunt and uncle. Though her relations dote on her, Turni finds herself rather lonely and befriends Shome and Siddhartha. Soon she starts developing feelings for the free-willed Shome, but he is quite oblivious of it.

Things take a strange turn when a tantrik and his disciple come to Turni's house on pretext of improving things. Turni, who doesn't really care about them, is unexpectedly dragged into a maze of superstitions and sex. Shome and Siddhartha, however, come to her rescue and she's saved, untouched.

Now, that's about the story of the film. The best part of the film is undisputedly it's ending. The film talks about a magical moment in one's life that comes everyday. I think of this bit in the film very often. I stay up many nights thinking of the magical moment of the day. At times I find it, most of the times I don't. But I know for sure that there's a magical moment in every single day of my life. It could be in the majesticity of orange-purple sunset or the innocence of the sprouting leaf. It could be a phone call or a glance - but it happens. Everyday.

And today the peddler of dreams visited me. I bought too many colourful ones from him and stuffed my bags with them. They should keep bringing in more magical moments in my life for a very long time!!!