kandasamy / Mallanna / torture

i write half this post today, forget about it for 2 years and then I get back to it.. I might delete some/most/all parts of the first half, rethink, rewrite and carry on to complete the post..

however this cant be done with a movie.. too costly..

so what gets baked is a series of random shots, cheap out of context thrills, item numbers .. etc.. no matter how many curries, side dishes, papads, pickles you try with, the morsel sucks if the rice that we make sucks..

the story

-- the full moon, the train, the wind, the darkness --

he was leaning across the huge metal door and was eating the strong wind & digging the moon in the cold night.. a while later he squatted down resting his back across the door.. when the girl came to wash her face in the sink next to the door.. their eyes met.. he offered room , she sat down.. and the conversation begins..


-- 3 hours ago ---------
--the full moon, the palace, the train --

he smoked the last one for the evening and admired at the beautiful moon and the surprisingly neat and white palace which is the railway station.. got out his cam.. took a couple of shots.. and before he was lost into it.. he got into the station and got into the train..

--- 3 hours ago ------------

-- the father, the son, the confession --