The more Lalita’s marriage gets worse, the more a subjective view is obtained by the camera that follows her expressions and movements. Although the camera has never missed her before, it is getting far away and lower, passing her behind the wall, drawing back from the messy space. Capturing the trace of home labor piled up on the floor and Lalita sitting far away, like everything is exhausted, the shaky camera visualizes the triple burden of her home, work, and studies. In the end, Lilita’s voice-over unfolds the narrative of Rama, a friend who became independent earlier than she. And a woman’s personal story extends to the power of women’s solidarity beyond inner monologue. [A, HAEPARI]