Chapitre 92: moment of hope
A Community Triumph
The early December air was crisp, carrying the scent of street food and excitement through the slum as the much-anticipated release of Divided Threads finally arrived. Posters of the movie hung on every street corner, while children darted around, shouting the names of the actors and imitating the scenes they'd seen in trailers.
Arjun stood at the entrance of a small, local theatre he had rented for the special screening. The marquee proudly displayed the film's title, and a sign beside it read: "Special Screening for the Community of Matunga Slum – A Tribute to the People Who Inspire Stories." This wasn't just a showing for the sake of promotion; it was Arjun's way of giving back to the people who had shaped his journey.
Beside him stood Aditi and Nikhil, looking more like the young students they were rather than the stars they had become in the past few months. Their eyes shone with excitement and nervousness as they greeted family members, friends, and neighbors who had come to watch them on the big screen for the first time.
Aditi's mother, a petite woman with soft features and tired but joyful eyes, held her daughter's hand tightly. "Beta, I can't believe you're in a movie. I'm so proud of you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "We've never dreamed of something like this."
Beside her, Nikhil's father, a factory worker with calloused hands, couldn't stop beaming. "We thought acting was something for other people's children. But look at him! My boy, up there with the best."
The community members, dressed in their best clothes, took their seats. Many had never stepped inside a theatre before, let alone seen a film starring people from their own neighborhood. The sense of pride and ownership they felt over Divided Threads was palpable.
Arjun, standing at the back, watched as the lights dimmed and the movie began. As the opening credits rolled and Aditi and Nikhil's names appeared, the crowd erupted in cheers and whistles, clapping loudly. It was a surreal experience for the young actors, who exchanged wide-eyed looks with their families.
The movie unfolded scene by scene, telling the poignant story of Meera and Kabir—two siblings torn apart by the chaos of partition, only to reunite decades later with the help of a modern initiative. The performances were raw and gripping, with both Aditi and Nikhil bringing authenticity and vulnerability to their roles.
When the film reached its climax, with the two siblings meeting on the set of a television talk show, tears flowed freely among the audience. The emotional weight of the story, combined with the knowledge that it was being brought to life by people from their own community, left a profound impact.
As the final credits rolled, the theatre was silent for a moment before erupting into a standing ovation. Aditi's mother was the first to rush to her daughter, embracing her tightly. "You were amazing, Aditi. Just amazing. We've never been more proud."
Nikhil's father placed a hand on his son's shoulder, his voice thick with pride. "You made us all proud, beta. You did something we never imagined. Thank you, Arjun saab, for believing in our children."
Arjun smiled, stepping forward. "They did all the hard work. I only showed them the way."
Aditi's father, a middle-aged man with weathered skin and deep-set eyes, shook Arjun's hand firmly. "You've changed our lives, sir. Because of you, our children dared to dream. Thank you."
The sentiment was echoed by many others as they surrounded Arjun, expressing their gratitude and admiration. He felt a warm satisfaction knowing that Divided Threads wasn't just his success—it was the community's victory.
As the word about the movie spread beyond the slum, the impact of Divided Threads grew exponentially. Clips of the film's promotional interview, where real survivors of partition shared the stage with the young actors, started circulating online. A specific clip, where an elderly woman tearfully expressed how the film gave her closure, went viral. News channels picked it up, showcasing it in prime-time slots.
People who hadn't even considered watching the film were now talking about it. The narrative of Divided Threads being more than just a movie—it was a story of reconciliation and healing—gained traction. Celebrities tweeted about it, and prominent critics lauded it for its sensitive portrayal of partition's lingering effects.
Despite releasing alongside big-budget movies like Rang De Basanti and Salaam Namaste, Divided Threads held its own. Both films, headlined by major stars like Aamir Khan and Saif Ali Khan, dominated the early buzz. Rang De Basanti, a youth-centric patriotic drama, was expected to sweep the box office. Salaam Namaste, a modern romantic comedy, appealed to urban audiences.
But against all odds, Divided Threads kept growing steadily. The initial weekend collection was modest—around 3 crore—putting it at a disadvantage compared to the massive opening of its competitors. But the buzz generated by the viral clips and the heartwarming interviews caused a surge in viewership. By the end of the first week, the movie's collections doubled to 7 crore. It became a talking point, especially in educational circles and among social groups advocating for historical remembrance.
By mid-December, the film had achieved something extraordinary. Divided Threads crossed the 30 crore mark, a staggering feat for a film made on a relatively modest budget, starring newcomers and produced by a young, up-and-coming production company.
The success of the film caught the attention of industry heavyweights. The combination of Arjun's vision, Ravi Mehta's backing, and the performances of the young actors created a perfect storm of positive reviews and word-of-mouth publicity.
On the night the film hit 30 crore, Aditi and Nikhil's families gathered at Arjun's modest residence in the slum for a celebration. The small room was filled with laughter, chatter, and the smell of homemade food. Everyone huddled together, sharing stories and toasts to the future.
Aditi's father stood up, raising a glass of soft drink. "To Arjun saab," he said, voice filled with emotion. "Because of you, my daughter is a star. Because of you, our family is known. You didn't just make a movie; you made dreams come true."
Nikhil's mother, a quiet woman who rarely spoke, added softly, "I never thought my son would be anything more than a laborer like me. But you gave him a future, Arjun saab. For that, we'll always be grateful."
Arjun, feeling overwhelmed, looked around at the smiling faces. This was why he did what he did—not for the fame or the money, but for the chance to uplift those around him, to show them that their stories mattered.
"To all of us," Arjun said, lifting his glass. "To stories that bring us together and the dreams that keep us going."
The small group erupted in cheers, clinking glasses and exchanging hugs. The film's journey might have started with Arjun's vision, but it ended as a testament to what could be achieved when a community dared to dream together.
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