Anureet Watta

hello lovelies! i present to you my second short film, 'Oranges in the Winter Sun', it's a film full of love and experiments. our first ever screening is on the 30th of October in Delhi at the lovely film festival organized by @theparticlecollective . ‘Oranges in the Winter Sun’ is about the entanglements between memory and letting go. Told as a retelling, it is about two people finding space for their love in the cramped corners of the world. It is about a camera, with only twelve films - hence beckoning the photographer to decide what to leave inside and outside of a frame. It looks at the city of New Delhi through a queer lens. Further, the subjects of the film are not gazed at, or spectated, instead they gaze upon themselves and each other. The heterosexual norm is not allowed to be an active participant in the falling in and out of love that happens between them. Thank u to my lovely team!!!!!!! Produced by @lotusvisualpro Director: Anureet Watta (@alooreet ) Written by: Usha Joshi (@ushhhaaaa ) and Anureet Watta (@alooreet ) Cast: Aishwarya and Ridhima (@aisharya.creates @hayedeva ) Assistant Director: Sarthak Chauhan (@oursmelancholia ) DOP: Sarthak Chauhan (@oursmelancholia ) and Anureet Watta (@alooreet ) Make Up: Harnur Watta (@wattaaaaaa ) Light: Shreya Ghosh (@shreyeahhhh ) and Eishita (@eishitaa ) Sound: Akriti Tiwari (@aakhri.t ) and Usha Joshi (@ushhhaaaa ) Production Assistant: Saima Hussain (sigh.meow) Editing: Anureet Watta (@alooreet ) Poster Design: Anushka Bansal (@cheerylittlecherry ) Background score: Hana (@dykerani ) and Ambreesh Parathasarathy(@umbreeze_ )

"To bake a cake in the eye of a storm; to feed yourself sugar on the cusp of danger." these words by Ocean Vuong is something I thought about a lot while making my little baby 'kinaara', my first film (unless you count those reels about serial killers). thank you everyone who has given my little piece of art so much love, I'm glad it reached very many people and I hope to keep making queer stories (eventually longer than 4 minutes) but wait!!!! first of all thank you @obscurechants for making this wonderful poster. it's gorgeous. also, the lovely @dykerani produced an ORIGINAL background score for Kinaara. and so, we have an extended version of Kinaara with an original score which is off to film festivals!!! this baby has made it's way to it's first three film festivals and I'm still not sure how this works but yayyyy. Kinaara will soon be shown in Mexico (!!!!!!) and is currently screening in another virtual film festival. thank u love u just wanted to share my joy

Dil Dosti Dance dance u say?? oh yes just wait about the dancing bit.

TRAILER तुम जिसे चाँद कहते हो वो अस्ल में आसमाँ के बदन पर कोई घाव है - त्रिपुरारि We present to you our first film, ‘Kiski Hai Chandani?’ What can the moon and the moonlight be and what can it become when it is truly seen? Kiski Hai Chandni is a docu-fiction film which captures the nights lived in Delhi. What do the dark corners of the city hold? Who gets to have an ounce of light and what does Chandni(moonlight) mean for the streets and people of Delhi? Set in various parts of the city, the film explores the speed and silence of the growing night, the eerie yet liberating darkness that engulfs the city, and the placid moonlight in lanes of Delhi. Kiski hai Chandni traverses the realities and dreams, accessibility and prohibitions, chaos and calms of Delhi nights. Mapping the beauty and terror of the moonlight, the film builds on the precarious political and social landscape of Delhi. If all crimes in this world is a kind of theft, what do we steal from the nights? Who gets to snatch their sense of freedom, their piece of light? We are currently in process of making this film, and are elated to share this little peak into it. Please check out the link in our bio if you would like to know more, or if you’d like to help us make this film possible. A Forbidden Verses Film. Directed and Edited by Anureet Watta @alooreet Associate Director : Laaraib Ghazi @laaraib_ghazi Director of Photography: Lucky Neong @iamlucky_95 Additional Cinematography: Neer @pagaliyatahine , Usha Joshi, Jhankrit Ahuja @jhankritahuja Sound Recordist and Designer: Geetanjali Kalta @geetanjalikalta Additional Sound Recordist : Usha Joshi and Krishanu Assistant Director: Usha Joshi @ushhhaaaa Research Associate: Krishanu @mx__first Mixed Media Illustrator : Anushka Bansal @cheerylittlecherry Associate Producer: Seema Hari @seemahari

hello everyone a few months ago, I started working on my very first docu-fiction film with @forverses , 'Kiski Hai Chandani?'. Laaraib and I did meander about this project two years ago, but then we didn't no how to do it and had no money. this year we still didn't know how to do it and still had no money but heheheeh a film is a film is a love letter is a list of dreams is a to do list is a preamble is an electricity bill is a film. @laaraib_ghazi Whose are the streets? Whose is the mischief of the night? The unsafety of visibility and the shadows of desire. The memory of a place that is buried and dug out by each new government. The allocation of light and darkness in this city called Delhi. One where women go missing but only some women are worth finding. Where bars bloom on one side of the road and a child sleeps on the other side of it. Where there is the liberation of an infinite sky, but not the permission to venture in it. I shall tell you more later. I'm glad to have worked with the following wonderful people in the last two months, who have walked alongside asking random people on the street, 'Kiski Hai Chandani?', with me. @geetanjalikalta @iamlucky_95 @ushhhaaaa @mx__first @pagaliyatahine @cheerylittlecherry

400 Lux by Lorde I will miss you.

a day or two before the washing machine of democracy turns again and buttons and hands and zippers and people come undone

u keep growing older and it never ends and the world keeps ending and then it doesn't what's the problem

kaash mein ghoda hota aur mujhe koi jalebi khilane le jaata

duniya mein kuch pal 1. laude ka election 2. irony 3. best film team of life (posthumous type photo) 4. do dost sans dostcard 5. sorry 2 my fans 6. sorry 2 my face 7. spy spotted in bedi aunty's balcony 8. my vlog era 9. meow meow 10. learnt to do pushup

hypothetically. you are a boy in love with a boy. there is not much to this romance except the regular. there are eggs and bread in the kitchen and the boy you love, loves them. this is the only skill to learn. the only attainable and unattainable skill. something that prevents the death of a planet, or the death of poetry itself. and the years are littered with egg shells and plates licked clean. you know the back of the pan like the back of a hand like the back of the nightmare. there are one hundred egg breakfasts. there are pitter patters in pan. like rain on a tin roof. like an auto carrying a dream on a gravel road. it is all to know about the world. the egg. the pepper. the salt. the butter. the toast. shaving a face, shaving a burnt toast. you would like to go across the world and tell them this poem. you do really. to white people with their organic eggs. it's self preservation. and it's a poem you would like to tell the world over and over. but memory is a story, and we know what happen to stories. hypothetically. one day no one wants to make an egg for you. you ask. there is hunger. infinite hunger. and there are no more eggs in the house anymore. the sun is a yolk, you can't touch. featuring some poem I wrote for @thequeermuslimproject