Bulbbul

The Woman who became a myth

Bulbbul is a movie that completely blew my mind. To me, Bulbbul is not just a movie. It feels like a haunting poem that lingers in my mind. I don’t know why this movie gives me chills whenever I watch it: the subtle transformation of an innocent little girl into a goddess, perhaps even a myth, I would say.

Do I start with the technical nuances the movie carried, or the character arc of the lead - Tripti Dimri, who pulled the character with such power? The metaphorical references, the cinematography, the subtle shifts in the story we never expected on a first watch, the gothic color theme the makers carried throughout. Everything makes this movie a win-win!

I feel angry, sad, agitated, and even empowered, because I connect deeply with her every time I watch the film.

The movie stirred countless questions in me. Watching someone embody such power with quiet contentment was empowering, but the reason behind her transformation was rooted in trauma and suffering, the experiences no one should have to endure.

So, must every woman go through such immoral things to be strong? Why do women always have to be in a certain way? Why can’t she remain that curious little girl, looking ahead with wonder?

She is a poem! But does a woman have to suffer to become one? No, she already is. She is everything. She might not always be a poem; she can be a pause too, and there is nothing wrong with that. The only thing she truly needs is to be full of life and to be herself.

I wish we didn’t have to endure so much suffering and trauma to become powerful. Everyone broke her, even the one she loved and trusted with her whole heart. That betrayal shaped her into a myth, a goddess, and ultimately, the Bulbbul.