The Magic of Watching Life on the Big Screen
It had been a while since I stepped into a movie theatre. And so last weekend, on a whim, I decided to watch All We Imagine as Light running its final show at a nearby PVR. The film was already streaming online, but something about seeing it on the big screen felt important.
So, I went alone, found a seat among the small but heartwarming crowd, and for the next two hours, I rediscovered something I had forgotten—the power of watching ordinary life unfold on a 30-ft scale.
Movies often avoid the tragic truth about being human: the unbridgeable gap between what we want and the circumstances we are trapped in. Instead, they offer us glossy escapes into neat plots and perfect endings, let us vicariously experience the big emotions played by larger-than-life stars. But there is another kind of beauty, of everyday life. The quiet dreams we hold onto, and the small joys that make life bearable.
The film’s key protagonists, Prabha and Anu, are two nurses restrained by traditions even as they live by themselves in a slummy quarter of Mumbai. Prabha’s absent husband keeps her from returning the love of a kind doctor, while Anu loves a Muslim boy. Their reality is one of cramped dingy homes, exhausting commutes, and words like “Passion” and “Purpose” must feel as distant to them as Port Wine. But their story isn’t just all bleak. Pierced now and then by moments of tenderness and joy: the curiosity and excitement at an unexpected parcel, the MRI of their pregnant cat, sea breeze grazing their skins on a stolen trip.
Philosopher Hannah Arendt spoke of how even in the darkest times, humans find ways to keep a little light alive— “a kind of spiritual survival instinct”. This light, she said, is something that only those who struggle and those who are pushed to the edges of society truly know.
It is this tiny light that I believe the movie’s title alludes to. The light that the ‘Drowned Man’ describes he tried to imagine as he remained stuck inside his factory for days.
That light—that persistence of hope—shines through the characters’ stories and their eyes, and seeing it on a big screen rather than on my laptop greatly elevated the experience for me.

For too long now the bigness of cinema-screens has been reserved only for spectacles of CGI-charged action and megastars dishing out their stardom. We have forgotten the wonder of a human face blown up to the same scale, an ordinary face like ours, but imparted a heroic quality in this largeness. Turning their quiet struggles into something epic.
When darkness falls, the pupils expand to find smaller sources of light, and it was the same hugeness of these actors’ tired but wonderfully alive eyes that reminded me how life tinily compensates for its misfortunes by gifting us this spiritual sensitivity to its unseen but always-swarming beauties.
I only wish we gave more screen time to these stories where the hero is our everyday resilience. Where we celebrate life itself in its plotless fashion, instead of always looking to escape it.
Imagine the self-compassion we could develop if we were not always trying to flee our frustrated desires, but embracing them now and then, reflected in other characters, and realising how beautifully alive and human they really make us.
Imagine we as a nation sometimes gathering together to quietly watch ordinary people like ourselves, persisting with the will to beauty and joy despite all odds. Will we look at each other differently when we step out of the hall? Recognise in each other the same struggles, the same search for happiness?
Ordinarily when I step out of cinema that has immersed me for a few hours, the world jars harshly. But I stepped out of All We Imagine as Light with a soft sympathy for the bright chaotic world around me – and also a quiet joy in being part of this earthy resilient life we all share.
Cover image source: Still from Iranian movie Shirin

































