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The Original Transported Woman

The first attempt at something resembling to film-making.

So there was this mannequin challenge contest at workplace.

My friends and I thought - why not?

One fine morning this plot hits my head - and it gets stuck.

My supportive and talented group of buddies give the go ahead.

Visualizes the shots in the head a thousand times.

Goes for the shoot without any rehearsal.

Unexpected change of venue of shoot. Moments of self doubts.

Action Cut Camera for the first time.

Highly amateurish making. Movie themes for background score. Utter lack of knowledge regarding editing.

Still, first work would always remain special.

Thank You Vimal, Antony, Arjun, Swetha, Pooja, Sruthy and Revathy.



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