The film is based on the director's experience of panic attacks. With support from Wellcome Collection, she builds a connection between panic attacks and ornithophobia to make the bird acts as a trigger of fear. Through materializing feelings of a panic attack, the director aims to discuss the core issues of fear, life, and death with multiple experimental artistic practices.

Dealing with the anxieties from the lives lost due to COVID-19, a woman learns to find peace in the midst of chaos.

A celebration takes a dark turn.

Inspired by a bevy of virtual birthday parties, the Sondheim musical Company, and a plethora of Christopher Guest films, Emma and the Squares is what happens when a group of improv comedy actors play with themes of isolation, connection, and companionship.

After suffering a brutal loss, a widow succumbs to her fears, gives up on the world, and imprisons herself in her home. But just when she decides to better herself, she discovers that she may not be as alone as she thought.

‘I Stand Proud’ is a spoken word piece that encourages black students and people to stand out freely for who they are, whenever they appear to be the minority in an institution.

This piece was originally part of a theatre performance I created at university called FUSE. The performance explored and celebrated race and identity between three women of different races, through: theatre, spoken word, music, and dance.

A junior high school girl who stays at the academy until the latest every night to study. When everyone goes home, they take off their clothes and start dancing. The only hobby is to take pictures of yourself and appreciate yourself. She dances that day too, but something weird keeps happening. The situation is completely twisted.
She meets three people that night.
Who, why, her torment her?


About desires, anxieties, love and hatred that I couldn't explain in words when I was a kid.
The mess of anxiety creates false rumors and ultimately destroys the child. Searching for a meaningless criminal reveals the hidden truth.

The premise involves a dance artist’s creative conflict in order to climb the ladder of perfection. The process is not done willingly, but with a pressure inflicted upon oneself to constantly be recognized and valued for one’s art. There is a tendency to become vulnerable day by day to outdo and outgrow from the narratives of artistic qualities, more deliberately. A battle with oneself, carrying the experiences, remembering to consciously focus on progress. The artist hits a saturation from only trying to focus on progress because performance is a moving average and the cycle of efforts not transforming into a part of one’s visible potential. The nuances are discovered through learning and unlearning. There is responsibility of movement, but the objective should be about experiencing joy instead of defining oneself through someone else’s narratives of what defines dance. There is unrest, but this unrest is growth by itself. There is no need to put a time stamp because this moment is unique, it’s a gift to oneself in space and time.

Look How sassy our GrannyBai can get! She surely knows how to vent out her frustration. All this while she was being taken for granted until she converts her cribbing into a comic rap. And yet she leaves a thought to ponder...Are Moms worth it? They exert themselves so much ,as to keep their children & family happy , only to be neglected or taken for granted. GrannyBai will not only leave you in splits but also make you dive deep into serious soul searching to value our moms all the more! On a serious note, There's always a Grannybai/Mummybai somewhere, inside every mother's soul, whether she's young, middle aged or old. She may /may not complain or vent out about her circumstances, grievances or trials in life, the way Grannybai did. But, at every stage, she truly deserves to be admired, cared for, cherished, loved & supported Mothers are caring, doting, giving, hardworking, loving & selfless beings. Their love is divinely beautiful , forgiving, generous, and yet strong & uplifting! The purity & strength of their soul is matchless. They always wish the best for their children,families, relatives, friends and everyone that matters to them With this epilogue, lets make a tiny personal resolution - an initiative to make our moms feel happy & treasured Let's try and do our bit to make them feel cared for,in any or every little way possible . Let's not make them feel like a devastated or resentful Grannybai. May everyday, indeed, be a Happy Mother's day.Not just one.

An announced tragedy. In January 2021, the world's lungs lacked oxygen. In Manaus, capital of Amazonas, dozens of people, including newborns, died in public hospitals due to lack of oxygen. The lack of oxygen also affected the state of Pará and a parallel sale of oxygen cylinders is spreading across the North of the country. The necropolitics spreads throughout Brazil.

This is a story of a seven-year-old boy who identifies with the character of Batman. He encourages his friends to cross the stairs and the streets in the dark with their eyes closed and his mother, who is tired and disgusted with her life because they both have a common reason with different approaches and views…

In “This Is An Invitation” I examine the possibilities for women in today's society to shape their lives freely. Using a performative videocollage, I would like to show the contradicting demands that women and their bodies are confronted with nowadays, especially through popular cultural media. Following the “cultural hacking” I make use of popular statements on the topic, but undermine them by connecting them to one another in a new way.

Carol was the perfect mother. So what was she doing hiding under a bridge with a hammer? Carol answers the door to an unexpected early morning visitor "I suppose you want to know why I was hiding under a bridge with a hammer?" Taking the stranger through the house, she says she needs to finish baking her cupcakes. As she bakes, she talks about how much she loves her daughter, Jessica, who has become the absolute focus of her life and about her long-running feud with the neighbours. Having given her life to bringing up her daughter she still finds herself alone and aware that she and Jessica are growing apart. She delves into Jessica’s belongings and online accounts, discovering that she isn’t the perfect Oxford-bound girl she’d supposed and that Jessica has become someone else entirely, someone Carol can’t recognise. In a fit of madness, Carol chases after Jessica and her secret boyfriend, Storm, the much despised boy next door, to their meeting place on a bridge, where she swings a hammer…and flees the scene unable to face the consequences of her actions. The cupcakes, Carol explains, are to make amends. She is ready now to go with the police as long as she can take the cakes round to the neighbours. As the film ends, she is taken away.

'Until Next Bite' is a nostalgic reminiscence of an Indian student studying abroad who misses her mother's home cooked food. She tries to recreate that missing flavour by cooking on her own for the first time.