Duvidha ★★★½

An indian love poem written by a lonely ghost under a tree. It reminded me a bit of Parajanov's 'The Color Of Pomegranates' concerning its compositional rigor and precision, but this is haunted in a very particular way that it's very much its own, more reliant on the poetic possibilities of its matter concerning ambience and tone than on the abstraction of visual and emotional memory, as the former.

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