Sohini storyboard + keyframes part 1

Script part one -

The stories of star-crossed lovers speak to us in curious ways. In their agonies and ecstasies, frustrations and yearnings, we glimpse our own. In their transgressions perhaps, we glimpse the possibility of our own freedom.

For centuries the stories of Umar-Marui, Sohini-Mahiwal, Sassui-Punhoon and Moomal-Rano have flowed like rivers in the communities of Sindh... riding the waves of fact and fiction, history and legend, myth and lore… seizing and inhabiting the imagination of poets and singers, lovers and laymen.

They came to us thus. In conversation and encounters, in poetry and song, and carried us away into the stormy seas of our own experience, the wind-swept terrains of our own longings, the perilous journeys into our own sub-conscious.

This is the story of Sohini. The woman who took on the mighty river with a frail pitcher of unbaked clay. She began to speak to us. Today, this is how we choose to tell her story.

The time may have been the 16^th century. 
The river may have been the Chenab.

In any case, our story begins here and now.

We are poised on the banks of a roaring river which has no beginning and no end.

And the river flows inside us.

A river carved tidal by moon, benevolent, ferocious.

Sometimes blue, other times white like a bone, becoming the spinal column of the land.