Kapitel 78: buzz of movie
The Growing Buzz
As February rolled into its second week, a subtle but palpable excitement started building around Dhoop Ka Saaya. It was no longer just a project led by an upcoming writer and a respected director—it was their film. The sense of ownership and pride within the community spread like a warm breeze, touching every corner of the slum and beyond.
Arjun noticed it first when he visited a local tea stall one afternoon. He had come to the stall often, using it as a quiet place to hone his scripts or catch up on the latest news with the shopkeeper, Ramesh. But this time, instead of the usual hum of casual conversations, he caught snippets about Dhoop Ka Saaya.
"I heard the new film's set to release soon. Arjun's production, right?" one of the men at the stall asked, his voice carrying over the chatter of customers.
"Yes, yes! And didn't one of our own—what's her name, Priya?—write it?" another chipped in eagerly.
Ramesh, who was serving tea with his usual efficiency, perked up at the mention of Priya's name. "That's right. Priya Sharma. From the same lane as the temple. Smart girl, that one. And Arjun sir—he's mentoring her! It's incredible to see."
Arjun watched quietly from his seat at the corner of the stall, smiling to himself as the conversation continued. The slum, often overlooked and forgotten by the rest of the city, was coming alive with an energy he hadn't seen before. And the buzz wasn't just limited to these small talks at tea stalls or within the narrow alleys.
In homes and workspaces, in taxis and construction sites, the news was spreading. People spoke with pride about "Arjun's film," and shared anecdotes about seeing Priya working late into the night or how her siblings excitedly boasted about their sister's achievement at school.
One afternoon, while visiting a health camp organized by his NGO, Arjun was approached by a group of young volunteers.
"Bhaiya," one of the girls said, her eyes wide with excitement. "I was talking to my uncle who works at a factory in Dadar, and he said everyone's asking about Dhoop Ka Saaya there! Can you believe it? People from outside our area are getting curious too."
Arjun chuckled, the enthusiasm of the youth infectious. "That's great news. But remember, it's not just about our film being successful. It's about showing everyone what we're capable of. We're not just here to watch from the sidelines. We're here to create, to share our stories."
The girl nodded vigorously, her face shining with pride. "I know, bhaiya. I've been telling everyone at college about it too. Everyone wants to see what a film from our community will be like."
It was moments like these that made the long nights and endless discussions worthwhile. Arjun knew that regardless of how Dhoop Ka Saaya performed at the box office, it had already succeeded in uniting the community like never before.
By mid-February, the buzz was no longer confined to word of mouth. The volunteers had taken it upon themselves to spread the word beyond their local networks. They handed out flyers at bus stops and shared updates on social media groups. Those working at factories and construction sites spoke to their colleagues, who in turn shared it with their families and friends. Taxi drivers discussed it with passengers, and street vendors mentioned it to customers.
The pride was unmistakable. This was their story, their chance to show the world that talent and dreams could emerge from the most unexpected places.
One evening, Arjun found himself at the workshop, surrounded by aspiring filmmakers. He had planned to hold a short scriptwriting session, but the eager discussions that filled the room made him pause.
"Sir, do you think the movie will be shown in all the big theatres?" a young boy asked, his voice filled with anticipation.
Before Arjun could respond, a girl piped up, "Of course it will! Everyone's talking about it. And not just here. My cousin from Thane said they heard about it on the radio!"
The room buzzed with excitement, each student wanting to share their own version of where they had heard about the movie or how their family was reacting to the news.
Arjun raised a hand, quieting the room with a gentle smile. "I'm so proud of all of you," he began, his gaze moving from one eager face to another. "Not just for supporting the film, but for believing in it. And most importantly, believing in yourselves. This isn't just my movie, or Priya's movie. It's a testament to what happens when people come together with a shared dream."
The students nodded, their eyes shining with hope. As the session continued, Arjun's phone buzzed with a message. It was from Priya's mother.
"Can we meet this weekend? I wanted to thank you for all you've done for Priya and the kids."
Arjun's heart warmed at the message. He quickly typed a response, suggesting they meet at their favorite chai spot near Priya's house. The place where they'd often gather to discuss everything from the film's progress to the children's education.
When Saturday arrived, Arjun made his way to the chai stall. Priya's mother was already there, along with Priya's three siblings. They waved eagerly at him as he approached.
"Aunty, you didn't have to come all the way here," Arjun said, taking a seat across from them.
Priya's mother shook her head, smiling. "We wanted to, beta. It's the least we can do. You've given Priya a chance to fulfill her dreams. She talks about you constantly—how much she's learning, how you're always encouraging her to push herself."
Arjun waved off the praise with a modest smile. "She's doing it all on her own. I'm just guiding her a bit."
Rohan, Priya's youngest brother, leaned forward, his voice earnest. "But she wouldn't be doing any of it if it wasn't for you, bhaiya. She says you're like… like a superhero for us!"
Arjun laughed, ruffling the boy's hair. "Superhero, huh? I'm just your average guy trying to make sure you all get a chance to do what you love."
Priya's mother's eyes filled with tears as she reached out and grasped Arjun's hand. "You've changed our lives, beta. I don't know where we'd be without you. It's not just Priya's career. It's everything—the way you've supported us, the way you've shown the kids that they can dream bigger than what life has thrown at us."
Arjun felt a lump form in his throat. He looked around at the small, crowded tea stall, at the people passing by, at the noise and the clutter. This was his world. This was where his dreams were born. And now, seeing how his journey was inspiring others, how it was lighting a fire in those who had long stopped hoping—it made every struggle, every sleepless night, worth it.
"If we keep working together, aunty," he said softly, "there's no limit to what we can achieve."
They sat there for a long time, sipping tea and sharing stories, the sense of camaraderie and belonging wrapping around them like a protective cocoon. Arjun knew that this was just the beginning. There would be more hurdles, more challenges to overcome. But for now, he allowed himself to enjoy this moment—a moment of shared dreams and unwavering support.
As they got up to leave, Priya's mother turned to him one last time, her face lit with hope. "Thank you, beta. For everything. You've not just given us a movie to look forward to. You've given us a future."
Arjun watched them walk away, a smile tugging at his lips. A future. That's what all this was about. Not just for himself, or even for Priya. But for every child, every family, every dreamer who had ever dared to believe that they could be more than their circumstances.
The buzz around Dhoop Ka Saaya might have started small, but Arjun knew that with the strength of a community behind it, it would only grow louder. And as March approached, bringing the promise of a new beginning, the slum stood ready—eager to show the world what it was capable of when hope, dreams, and unity combined.
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