The movie opens with the ephemera that surrounds a middle class woman's life. There is the old furniture of ancestral home, the redundant sound of radio as she goes about her life and the sound that supersedes all other sounds, the voice of the husband who needs everything handed to him.
The centre of all the narration is the figurative and literal pressure cooker that has become old and tacky. As a housewife would the literal dilemma is discussed with neighbour and husband and a solution to life's more figurative problem is arrived at through this.
One can I either say that the short film takes a rather traditional approach in its conclusion. But here is where the role of husband offers perception. This is a regular man who works sincerely and lives a disciplined life, nor a violent man neither a passive aggressive man. Any protest against such a man would be a rebel without cause. The beautiful and ageless Pallavi Joshi shines in bringing a lot of depth to this simple, linear narrative.
One more reason to love this film is the poster made in the art of old 80s ad copies.
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