-- *Mar*Excellent — let’s turn YM Sarma’s ideas from *“Communication of Feeling”* into a *drama screenplay* designed for filming.
Below is a *short film script* (≈15–20 minutes of screen time) that balances mysticism, emotion, and cinematic storytelling. It’s written in *screenplay format*: scene headings, actions, and dialogue. ------------------------------ 🎬 *Title: “The Language of Breath”* *Genre:* Philosophical / Spiritual Drama *Length:* Short Film (≈20 minutes) *Setting:* A remote forest village in India, surrounded by misty hills. *Themes:* Communication beyond words, clash of intellect and intuition, rediscovery of feeling. ------------------------------ *FADE IN:* *EXT. FOREST PATH – DAY* A dusty jeep winds through dense green hills. Inside sits *DR. ARJUN MEHTA (35)* — a city-bred neuroscientist, with sharp eyes and a restless mind. He records a voice note. *ARJUN (into recorder)* Research Log #27: Interview with the so-called Sage of Aaranya. Locals claim he “speaks through breathing.” Objective — investigate psychological phenomenon of collective resonance. The road ends at a tribal settlement. ------------------------------ *EXT. VILLAGE CLEARING – DAY* Children play with wooden flutes. Elderly villagers hum tunelessly, yet their sounds blend with the wind. Arjun watches, intrigued but skeptical. A quiet figure, *ANANTHA (70)*, sits beneath a peepal tree — white-haired, serene. Birds perch fearlessly on his shoulder. Arjun approaches with a polite smile. *ARJUN* Namaste. I’m Dr. Arjun Mehta, cognitive sciences, Delhi. I’d like to interview you. Anantha nods — no words. *ARJUN (CONT’D)* They say you teach without speaking. (beat) Would you demonstrate? Anantha gestures toward the ground. Sit. Arjun hesitates, then sits. ------------------------------ *EXT. UNDER THE TREE – CONTINUOUS* A still moment. Anantha inhales deeply — a slow, rhythmic breath. The forest seems to synchronize with him. The leaves tremble. A faint hum fills the air. Arjun watches, confused. He takes a breath, awkwardly mimicking. His phone beeps, breaking the silence. He frowns. *ARJUN* You mean meditation? Breath control? I already study that. No reply. Only another deep, resonant breath. Arjun shakes his head and leaves, frustrated. ------------------------------ *INT. VILLAGE HUT – NIGHT* Arjun reviews his recordings. Static. No sound captured from Anantha’s breathing — only the rustle of wind. He looks outside: the villagers sit around a fire, humming and breathing in unison. The sound feels alive — ancient, intimate. ------------------------------ *EXT. VILLAGE CLEARING – LATER NIGHT* Arjun approaches quietly. A tribal child, *LILA (8)*, notices him and giggles. She hands him a small flute made from bamboo. She blows a soft note — he tries to imitate. The sound squeaks. She laughs and gestures: *breathe slower.* He follows. This time, the tone is pure. Around him, the villagers join — different pitches, weaving into a single harmony. Arjun’s eyes close. He feels something shift — the air thick, vibrating, almost luminous. ------------------------------ *FLASHBACK MONTAGE* — Arjun as a child, watching his mother teach pranayama. — Him growing older, turning away from “superstitions.” — The hum of city traffic blending into his lab’s sterile hum. — Now, back in the forest — his breath syncing with the world. ------------------------------ *EXT. UNDER THE TREE – DAWN* Arjun returns to Anantha, who is already waiting. He kneels. *ARJUN (softly)* I think I understand. It’s not about words. It’s about… resonance. Anantha smiles, breathes once more. The air seems to shimmer faintly, revealing motes of light dancing between them. *ARJUN* (contemplative) We speak too much… and feel too little. Anantha finally speaks — his voice barely above a whisper. *ANANTHA* When you breathe with truth… the world answers. ------------------------------ *EXT. FOREST RIDGE – MORNING* Arjun stands overlooking the valley. He takes a slow breath — the trees sway in rhythm. He smiles, closes his eyes. *CUT TO:* The recorder on the ground — still on. Instead of words, it captures the sound of wind, heartbeats, and one long shared breath. ------------------------------ *FADE OUT.* *TITLE CARD:* *“The deepest language is silence shared through breath.”* *— THE END —* ------------------------------ Would you like me to: 1. Expand this into a *full 90-minute screenplay* (with subplot, secondary characters, and dialogue)? 2. Or prepare a *shooting script version* — with camera angles, sound cues, and production notes for an actual film team? -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHCL8nO9sSGsMRm0nP5fq9q%2BNs9Yqv9ec3pHOn_pTyhdSAg%40mail.gmail.com.
