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Thursday, August 13, 2026
There's this Hindi movie Sadma that I remember watching as a child - maybe 5 or 6 years old. I know the story vaguely, but what I recollect most vividly is the last scene. I remember crying copiously as I watched through tears. I do not know why I had such a high emotional reaction to this grown-up movie at that tender age… but I have had this deeply emotional core ever since I can remember… The
story in broad strokes is that a young woman meets with a car accident and is
taken to hospital. She loses her adult memory and mentally regresses to a small
child. She is kidnapped from there but finally rescued by this small-town guy
who takes her to his own village because she doesn't know who she is or where
she used to live. He takes care of her and starts falling in love with her.
Some time passes by and he takes her to a person who can cure her. Meanwhile
her parents have been searching, putting ads in papers, and they get a whiff of
her whereabouts. They manage to get to the place where she is being treated and
at that point she has recovered her memory too. They happily set off with their
daughter to go home. The small-town guy frantically follows them to the train
station, falling in ditches and injuring himself in the torrential rain
(dramatic Hindi movies!). This is the last scene. As the train is just
preparing to leave, this guy tries to attract the girl's attention from among
the crowd. He is badly bruised, battered, covered in mud. He makes strange
expressions that she used to find amusing when she was this child-like person.
But now as her former rich haughty city-bred self, is put off by the dirty man
and his random facial gestures. I must have felt like crying because I was so sorry
for him... seeing how he cared for her when she had no one, and now, she was looking
at him as if he was a pathetic weirdo. The train then starts leaving and he
runs behind it limping. He continues to make funny faces at her still hoping
she'd recognize them, keeps calling out her name which isn't even her name,
which makes her think he must surely be mad. The saddest part is when she
whispers to her mom next to her that he must be a madman and throws something
at him to eat. The train goes by just as the guy hits hard against a pillar... Such
deep emotion met by complete indifference was just too much for my little heart
to bear, I guess. And funnily it is so even for my big one now. In so many ways
I haven't changed at all... ------- Watch
this really lovely song from the movie featuring the main characters (where she's playing the childish self). I believe
it's partly the music that gives this movie its exceptional emotional charge. |