Step 2 of SWCD

Step 2 came gradually, gingerly. The conversation on the mat, and the sound recording on the cell phone kept playing in my mind long after my closest friend had physically gone back to her life in Toronto.

I constantly found myself mulling over the changing equation of how women had always done things, as opposed to what women were doing now, and thinking and feeling. How I was thinking and feeling, how my life was changing, how my friends were feeling, how their life was changing. 

We were just women trying to live our lives, making sense of all the decisions and choices we had made, and how each woman I had met had a unique perspective on how she was leading her life, I had to connect with the women of my generation, and these times. The fabric looked different somehow, there were so many shades. Maybe I could seek to inspire my own self in my own urban reality, maybe I could reconnect, or relate, most of all maybe I could understand this process a little better, and celebrate it instead of it just being a trail-less thought like a comet in the sky.

It was a clear day, I called Ziba, as we do every morning. She on her first cup of coffee, me staring out of my balcony with my cup of tea in my hand. Exchanging stories from our daily, everyday lives. Switching between being just two friends catching up on life and being filmmakers, running a production house together - home woes to excel sheet spreads. At some point we started to talk about the possibility of shooting this story somehow.  Everything that was holding us back, and everything that was opening up to us, all the pros and cons. We spoke for a long time. By the time we had put the phone down, we were a tiny step closer to doing the film.

Written By
Roohi