Dolly Kitty Aur Chamakte Taare received tepid reviews in the mainstream media. However, for a wayward viewer like me, the film was reminiscent of the eloquent lives of women I know. People whose stories are not speckled with grandeur, but are of inadvertence. Women who are making space for themselves inch by inch. Like my mother, my aunt, a schoolfriend from my hometown. Lives into which I only have a voyeuristic lens. Stories not of grand struggles, or taking feminist stands, but of omniscient living, any act of desire is transgression.
