Arjun plugged it in. The movie began with no studio logo, just a black screen and the sound of rain. Then a single shot: a fisherman’s wife, standing on a pier in a storm, holding a child. The camera never cut for eleven minutes. The dialogue was in a dialect of Tamil so old Arjun had to lean in. No stars. No songs. No fight sequence. Just grief, salt, and the endless gray of the Bay of Bengal.
