The smell of sawdust fills every nook and corner of the jungle like premises. The resident craftsmen are in full alignment of Sangaru’s efforts and are tuned to process all his drawings into products with their hands, each sketch a new challenge. The atmosphere of Sangaru’s lab of experiments rubbed off on us and reflected in the way we shot the film, which in itself was an exploration that became a means to an end.
Not only does Uncle need his plants, but the plants rely solely on him. Years of undying commitment and responsibility towards his ever so large family restores their faith in him for generations, having created a language of understanding in the memory of the plants.
Shruthi K Purushotham We found in Shruthi not just an urge to bridge gaps through speech, dance and poetry, but a genuine interest to listen. It is no wonder that […]
Life is infinite through the eyes of 89-year old Yeshoda Rao, our Deathless Rose.