30 August, 2026

Do you see yourself in Konkana Sen Sharma's directorial 'The Mirror'?



 Disclaimer: Spoiler Alert: A few scenes from the short film ‘The Mirror’ have been detailed to the best of the writer’s ability and understanding of the subject. This may spoil your film-watching experience if you haven’t watched the short yet. Readers’ discretion is advised.


Do I see myself in ‘The Mirror’?

I look at myself every day in the mirror. It is usually a rushed affair. I layer my eyes with kohl, brush my hair and give those final touches to the face, hair, and attire – and I am ready to step out.

How often do I look into the mirror and pause for some time? Do I take a moment to reflect on how far I have come by - the fears, pains, rebellions, and joys I have been through? Do I recognise my deep, dormant feelings? Do I understand the inhibitions and desires that have settled in, deep within?

Perhaps not.

Perhaps, the emotions are so cold, suppressed, and underdeveloped that they generally don’t show up in day-to-day events. The sentiments start becoming mature only when they are faced with a situation. A situation that challenges the status quo and throws us into a deep pit of wanting.

And, thus, we enter the world behind the face in the mirror.

Something like that happened when I watched ‘The Mirror’.

The Mirror– a short by the brilliant filmmaker Konkona Sen Sharma in the Netflix anthology Lust Stories 2, explores the themes of loneliness, desire, class divide, and voyeurism through the characters played by the terrific actors Tillotama Shome and Amruta Subhash.

One of the initial scenes establishes the positions of the two characters – Ishita (played by Tillotama Shome) and Seema (played by Amruta Subhash). Ishita – a single, career-oriented woman, discovers that her house help – Seema is having sex with a man in her bedroom. Ishita immediately runs out to a corner. In a static frame, Ishita calls up her friend (Sen Sharma’s voice on the other end), Seema steps out, takes the lift, and the man moves out of the frame. That shot depicts the power dynamics between the characters, wherein Ishita first stands tall and firm, but in a moment’s time, she too, bends down. Literally - to hide from the other two, figuratively - reaching to the core emotions that are the same, regardless of the class divide.

In a usual setting, one would terminate the services of the help. But Ishita chooses not to confront Seema about it – for Ishita starts deriving pleasure from seeing them have sex. Day after day, she sneaks into the house that is officially hers and watches them perform through a mirror. These scenes are aesthetically shot, with long continuous pans signifying the transition of days. Another impressive aspect of these scenes is the gripping soundtrack.

The extreme close-up shots of Ishita’s face while she is seeing them in action are representative of her bottled-up emotions. Tillotama Shome’s expressions are of top class. Her eyes do all the talking, and her face carries hidden sentiments of longing. There is a scene where Ishita masturbates and then breaks out crying. That one scene encapsulates everything that Ishita, as a character, is going through. Her internal dilemma stems from a deep-seated yearning to be with someone and be the recipient of someone’s touch and love. Despite the worldly belongings that Ishita owns, she doesn’t feel any richer than her house help. Seema may not have material possessions but has a companion to realise her needs, to love, and to traverse through life.

The film also explores the elasticity of physical spaces. How a certain space can be shared, owned, and disowned by its inhabitants - depends largely on the situation and time. In a scene where Seema first realises that Ishita is in the house and perhaps, in the know of what’s going on – Seema takes ownership of the space while Ishita tiptoes away from her own house. The choreography of the scene is tremendous and changes the underlying forces operating between the characters thereafter.

Tillotama Shome’s Ishita is strong and vulnerable – all at the same time. The character is surprised by its own switched mannerisms but owns and accepts them, nonetheless. From Monsoon Wedding to the latest The Night Manager – Shome truly lights up the frame with every character she plays on-screen.

Amruta Subhash’s Seema is strong, sassy, and upright – much like her manager in The Mirror. Subhash’s performance has all along been appreciated in Bollywood projects like - Firaaq, Gully Boy, Sacred Games 2, Choked, and Bombay Begums, among others. However, my favourite Amruta Subhash film has been Avinash Arun’s national award-winning Marathi drama Killa (2015). Subhash, as a widowed mother in the coming-of-age film, portrays a compelling character – tender, compassionate, and stoic at times.

The Mirror is Konkona Sen Sharma’s second directorial project. A Death In The Gunj(2017), her directorial debut, established the fact that she is just as unparalleled a director as she is an actor. For anyone who has followed Sen Sharma’s work over the years across languages, it is quite difficult to put down a list of her best performances. In fact, it is almost impossible unless one is tasked to. Irrespective of whether it is a lead role or not – Sen Sharma’s acting supremacy cannot be disregarded.

However, there is one film that I cannot not mention. 15 Park Avenue- one of her earliest films- had the power to stir up my emotions and numb me for days when I first watched it. Sen Sharma played the character of a schizophrenic woman under the guidance and direction of her mother and prolific filmmaker – Aparna Sen. It is one of the few Indian films that talk about mental health issues with the sensitivity and understanding it warrants. 15 Park Avenuewas released in 2005.

18 years later with The Mirror, Konkona Sen Sharma is still at her best – just that, now she dons the Director’s hat with as much dexterity as she does with her acting.

Written by Konkona Sen Sharma and Pooja Tolani, The Mirror is the most powerful of all shorts in Lust Stories 2. It opens you up to the world of two women who enjoy exploring sexual desire unapologetically. The film brings me to question: Why is it that the forbidden, the mysterious, and the unattainable are always so desirous? And what is it about transgression that makes desire so palpable and compelling?

The Mirror will make you pause, introspect and question. Allow it to find its way to your mind and reflections. It is currently streaming on Netflix.

I leave you with a few lines from one of the most admired poets of the 20th century - Sylvia Plath. The lines crossed my mind as I watched the film. Interestingly, the poem is titled Mirror.

Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.

It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long

I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.

Faces and darkness separate us over and over.


The article was published on WION webiste on 18th August, 2023. 

30 October, 2021

Of chores, arguments, and a deep connection

Another birthday went by. Just like every year, I received phone calls from well-meaning associates. They repeated their wish of wanting to see me married, and I again brushed it off, saying that there is still some more time. Some went ahead to certify that my biological clock isn’t ticking anymore, and it might have stopped. I told them that it doesn’t mean anything to me now.

Deep in my heart, I know it means quite a bit at this stage. No, not the biological clock, but a solid companionship. A companionship that would provide me with comfort, peace and freedom. 

All my life I have lived with my parents and a younger sibling. We love each other to the core but argue at every possible instance. We have different worldviews, but the same values bind the four of us together. Some days, when I don’t win the major arguments, I tell them that I will pack my bags and leave the house. I have come so close to doing so, but I just can’t seem to take down the heavy suitcases from the attic and fill them with my favourite things. Because all my favourite things can't be packed in the good old sturdy luggage bags or even the mauve one, which I bought some time ago.

The list of my favourite things is endless. They may be some material as old as the many audio cassettes of my recitation recordings or the customary studio visits for a picture dedicated to every occasion. They may also be a variety of emotions – undefined emotions that can only be felt in the presence of one’s parents. Then, there are also the things that I dislike. For instance, I don’t want to live up to the moral science textbooks all the time. 

But I have realised that my likes are quite solid in nature and often dwarf my dislikes. Now, when I travel out for shoots to another city for 2-3 days – I should be mentally kicked about it as I always was, but the fact is, I am not. It has nothing to do with work/shoots, which I am still quite passionate about. It has to do with not being able to see my parents on the days I am out. I may be in touch with them all the time over the phone, but I feel a strange sense of comfort when they are within my gaze.

This behavioural change has happened over time. With age, I have grown fonder of them – as my parents and as a couple. As a couple, they do most things together. Both have retired from their beloved services and now have each other’s company all the time. They cook and do other household chores together. When they have arguments, they stop speaking with each other and also don’t watch their scheduled TV shows. But this silence doesn’t last for long. In fact, it doesn't last for more than 3-4 hours. They make it up to each other very soon. I find it absolutely adorable how each time they let go of things easily without holding anything against each other. 

And, here I am – fretting over my relationship because I had some sort of a sane expectation, but things did not work out my way. I pause for a moment and think: why is ‘my way’ always more important than the other person’s opinion or way? I never get a satisfactory answer to that.

Maybe someday, I will.

That day, we will live together as one big family – his favourite humans, my favourite humans, his favourite things, my favourite things and the many intricate emotions of real existence.

That day, my way and his way won’t collide. And, even if they do, we will still stick together and find the middle ground where I will savour Old Monk, and he will make do with a Lemonade Breezer.

Until that happens, I am happily ageing up in the company of this endearing couple that still believes in old-fashioned romance - where love conquers everything, even the silliest or hardest of all arguments.

My mother proclaims – “Love is not loud. It is silent. It is important to understand its beauty and strength amid everyday chaos”. My father nods in agreement.

They keep my hopes alive. 

Year after year.

16 April, 2020

I

I am here, again
Restless and doubtful
I question my existence, my identity, my spirit
Again
Am I just a dot on a piece of paper?
A small, inconsequential, defective dot
Or am I more than that?
A fly, maybe
The one that irritates you,
And you shoo it away every time
Am I a honeybee?
The one that scares you
But you still run after its nectar
Who am I, really?
A human being – am I one?
Am I the one, who feels superior to every other creature on the planet? 
Am I more influential than a dot, a fly, or a honeybee?
If yes, then why am I here, again?
Why do I feel feeble, exhausted, and powerless?
Was I running too fast, all this while?
Was I aiming too big, beyond my will? 
Maybe it is time to close my eyes and rest
And ponder over my actions done in haste

Today
My expectations have dissolved me into nothingness
I feel nothing more than a dot on a piece of paper
A small, inconsequential, defective dot
But one day, I will grow out of this emptiness
Into the world of my liking
Where I will march slowly, and expect less
I will be born right in the next phase
Until then, I pause
Within my dot, I rest


                                                                        

31 March, 2020

Slow Down



If you are healthy and breathing,
Stay right where you are
In your home,
In company of your loved ones

If you are healthy and breathing,
Wake up early
Watch the rising Sun
Make a wish
And trust that you will triumph

If you are healthy and breathing,
Keep yourself and your surroundings clean
For cleanliness should be your first priority
And everything else can come afterwards

If you are healthy and breathing,  
Use your resources optimally
From your toothpaste
To the last drop of water

If you are healthy and breathing, 
Be empathetic towards the less privileged
Who are homeless and starving
A meal and a smile
Can keep them fine for a while

If you are healthy and breathing,
Pray for everyone’s well-being
Show gratitude to the frontline workers
For it is because of them
You can afford to -  
Stay right where you are,
In your home,
In company of your loved ones