Déjà Rêvé (2022-2024)

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A Glimpse of Deja Reve

Conceptualised by Sukanth

DEJA REVE

[INT. AMUDHAN'S HOUSE - NIGHT]

The room is dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the walls. AMUDHAN slowly opens his eyes, greeted by the sight of his distorted ceiling. His mother, standing over him, is filled with a feverish excitement that borders on manic.

MOTHER

(urgently)

Hey, hey... Wake up! I have figured it out! I was right! I figured it out!

Amudhan, his frustration evident, tries to grasp his mother's elusive revelation about "The Unattainable."

AMUDHAN

(sleepily)

What is it?

His question hangs in the air, unanswered, as his mother's mind seems to be elsewhere, lost in her own world of discovery.

Months ago, their lives were ordinary, until his mother stumbled upon the enigmatic concept of "The Unattainable." Since then, it has consumed her thoughts, slowly eroding her sense of self.

MOTHER

(excitedly)

Let's go, Amudhan! Let's go!

AMUDHAN

(skeptically)

What? Are we actually going?

MOTHER

(determined)

Yes, we are.

Reluctantly, Amudhan rises from his bed, the weight of his mother's obsession heavy on his shoulders. He follows her into the night, where the world outside is cloaked in darkness, mirroring the uncertainty that looms over their journey.

[EXT. RASMADI TOWN - NIGHT]

Rasmadi town unfolds like a tapestry of time-worn tales and forgotten dreams. Buildings, their heights capped at a modest three storeys, loom over narrow streets with a weary stoicism. Each structure bears the marks of its own history, smoke stains etched into weathered facades like scars of memories past.

The roads, no wider than a mere 15 feet, weave a labyrinthine path through the heart of the town. Made of tar, they buckle and groan under the weight of passing feet, eroding with each hard strike like the fragile threads of a delicate tapestry. Yet, despite their worn appearance, they pulse with the vibrant energy of life, echoing with the cacophony of voices and the rhythm of footsteps.

Conversations mingle with the sizzle of food cooking in open stalls, filling the air with an intoxicating aroma that dances on the breeze. Honking horns of autorickshaws and cars punctuate the symphony of sounds, their once vibrant colors faded and peeled by the relentless passage of time.

And overhead, the orangish-yellow glow of street lamps bathes the scene in a soft, ethereal light. Casting long shadows against the worn cobblestones, they lend a monochromatic aesthetic beauty to this chaotic, crowded world. It's a scene straight out of a forgotten painting, where the past and present converge in a timeless dance of decay and renewal.

Dressed in a white Kurta, his mother's boundless enthusiasm for "The Unattainable" drives them forward into the night. With each step, they traverse paths previously unknown to Amudhan, his mother's uncanny sense of direction guiding their way.

After hours of walking, fatigue weighs heavily on Amudhan's shoulders, and he pleads for a moment's rest.

AMUDHAN

(weary)

Can we take a break, Amma?

Reluctantly, his mother agrees, but only for a brief respite. They settle on a deal for a short break, with Amudhan negotiating for a mere fifteen minutes of rest.

MOTHER

(determined)

But no more than fifteen minutes, Amudhan. We must keep moving.

As exhaustion claims him, Amudhan succumbs to a deep sleep, finding solace in the comfort of his dreams.

Time passes unnoticed until he awakens with a start, his mother nowhere to be found. Panic grips him as he realizes he has been abandoned in the heart of the unfamiliar town.

AMUDHAN

(desperate)

Amma! Where are you?

His frantic cries echo through the empty streets, met only by the indifferent murmurs of passersby. Feeling betrayed and alone, Amudhan retraces their steps, each corner a painful reminder of his mother's absence.

Returning home yields no answers, his mother's absence leaving a void in his heart. Determined to find her, he sets out once more, his father's bicycle his only companion in the search for his lost mother.

At the bus station, weary buses groan to a halt, their rusted frames a testament to years of neglect. Amudhan scans the faces of passengers, each one a potential clue in his desperate search.

But as the minutes stretch into eternity, doubt gnaws at his resolve. Yet, amidst the chaos and despair, a flicker of hope remains — the belief that love will guide him back to his mother's side, no matter how elusive "The Unattainable" may seem.

[EXT. RASMADI TOWN - BUS STATION - NIGHT]

The melancholic strains of the chapel organ music fill the air, painting the scene with a sense of longing and despair.

And then, amidst the flickering lights and rustling crowds, he spots her — a figure cloaked in darkness, yet radiating an ethereal glow. She stands with an effortless grace, her black kurta billowing gently in the night breeze.

As Amudhan approaches, time seems to slow, each step filled with a sense of anticipation and uncertainty. The music shifts, weaving a delicate melody that mirrors the fluttering of his heart.

With hesitant footsteps, he draws closer to her, his breath catching in his throat. And as their eyes meet, a silent understanding passes between them, a connection that transcends words.

In that fleeting moment, the world fades away, leaving only the two of them suspended in a timeless embrace. The air is charged with electricity, every heartbeat echoing in the stillness of the night.

Amudhan finds himself captivated by her presence, drawn to the enigmatic beauty that surrounds her. And as they stand there, bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights, he can't help but feel as though he's stumbled upon something magical — a moment of serendipity in the midst of life's chaos.

AMUDHAN

(Stammering)

Uh... hi...

The girl's eyebrows raise slightly, waiting for him to continue. But Amudhan's mind races, a whirlwind of emotions drowning out his ability to speak clearly.

Inside his head, a symphony of thoughts plays out — a connection, inexplicable yet undeniable, binds him to this stranger. But reality snaps back into focus as he struggles to convey his desperation.

AMUDHAN

(Losing confidence)

I lost... my mother...

A beat of silence hangs between them, broken only by the girl's laughter. Amudhan's heart sinks as her laughter fills the air, his plea met with casual dismissal.

GIRL

(Smiling)

Oh, sorry. I get that a lot.

Amudhan's frustration boils over, his words stumbling out in a desperate attempt to be understood.

AMUDHAN

(Pleading)

No, you don't understand...

But the girl's laughter persists, her jovial demeanor at odds with his anguish.

GIRL

(Chuckling)

Kids these days, right?

Amudhan's shoulders slump in defeat, his hope fading with each passing moment. But still, he can't help but plead one last time.

AMUDHAN

(Desperate)

Please...

A Glimpse of Deja Reve

Conceptualised by Sukanth