aaj ki chai is from this scene in tapan sinha’s ek doctor ki maut (1990). shabana azmi’s understated but poignant performance as seema, the wife of a brilliant doctor whose single obsession with his research brings selfishness and callousness to his marriage is so visceral, especially in small moments like this one. seema fries puris and make two cups of tea as she waits for her husband to come home, a familiar scene in the homes of many, especially within india. her husband talks about his research, the people he met, and lists all his complaints for the day before being cajoled into sitting at the dinner table. she serves the tea and the plate of puris and sits by his side, shoulder to shoulder, as a companion. then she talks about her conversation with her sister while gently reprimanding her husband for never calling those relatives back. he agrees to please her and then quickly grabs his cup of tea and two puris to leave for his lab. and seema! shocked and baffled, she tells him she’s not yet finished with her tea only to hear that familiar indifference–”then finish it”. and shabana azmi with all the subtlety she’s know for, moves from shock to bitter acceptance and then quickly back to the briefest expression of hurt.
and she drinks her cup of tea alone.
one thing i like about tapan sinha’s work in this film is that seema is her own person, not the archetype of a wife in indian films (even noncommercial ones) who only exists to mutely support and share the burden of her husband’s dreams. later in the film she expresses how that callousness feels and affects her, especially against the expectations of what she thought their marriage would be like–one in which she is cared for, one in which there is companionship. i feel like i know too many women in marriages who drink their cup of tea alone. or put too much hope into what differences a cup of tea can bridge.
get me a lwj please
lwj: i desperately want to burrito blanket this man. i have never craved anything the way i crave the right to bury him in rabbits until he stops looking so stressed and i honestly don’t know what to do with that. i was told his sister gives him soup but he doesn’t look like he’s getting enough soup. …i…could give him soup.
wwx: oh you wanna lock me up? you wanna lock me up???????? fucking try it I’m feral I’ll bite you
Ok like on one hand, fuck Chinese censorship. On the other hand, literally every other piece of media should take notes from the untamed on how to show two characters are incredibly in love without explicitly saying so
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"wei ying"
“The shortest poem is a name.”
— Unknown (via verynearly)
fever — purple & orange moodboard
i've decided im gonna try and lose the ability to love things good night
*walking around between my mutuals desks* hi how are we doing over here? you guys need anything? *leans down and peeks at your posts* oh youre doing a great job with that picture! awesome job colouring :) is he a character from the cartoon you like? ohhh its called anime? well he looks so cool you did an awesome job.
I'll stick to my single-log bridge until it's dark
why do people not get i purposely overwork myself i don’t care about my health i just want to forget the pain even if its temporary