Okay, so let's rewind to a couple months ago when I was SERIOUSLY behind in class. Like, if procrastination was an Olympic sport, I'd be doing victory laps with my gold medal while the national anthem played. After surviving my second Media Studies midterm on December 14th (barely, but hey, I made it!), I dragged myself home ready to crash and delete any school-related thoughts from my brain's hard drive. Then, because the universe has a twisted sense of humor, I got a message from Filza asking how my exam went and oh-so-casually dropping, "So, when are you starting your film opening?" As if I had ANY clue whatsoever.
I told her my brain had officially hung up its "CLOSED FOR BUSINESS" sign and I needed a break.
From December 14th to January 22nd, my head was emptier than my refrigerator after a midnight snack raid—absolutely NOTHING happening in the film opening department. No ideas, no inspiration, just me and my expert-level napping skills. But in this creative wasteland, one thought kept popping up like that one notification you can't swipe away: a super personal memory from my own life that was basically saying "HEY! LOOK AT ME!" on repeat.
The seed for "Between Two Worlds" started growing right there. Before ghosting my group (sorry not sorry, Anmol and Anaya!), I remember doing the classic 2 AM Instagram scroll—you know, as one does when sleep is just a myth—when I saw this reel about someone feeling alone on their birthday. It hit me HARD because it was basically my birthday story in 15 seconds. Two weeks before my birthday, my grandma passed away, and talk about emotional whiplash. I was literally surrounded by family but feeling like I was on a deserted island. My grandma wasn't just family—she was my ride-or-die, my best friend, and her absence left this Grand Canyon-sized void that no amount of birthday cake could fill.
Four days after this middle-of-the-night revelation, I marched up to my teacher like I was on a mission (which, technically, I was) and asked to ditch the team to go solo. Not because Anmol and Anaya weren't awesome teammates—they totally were—but this story was MY emotional baggage to unpack. It wasn't just about checking a box on an assignment; it was about turning my feelings into something I could actually see and share.
"Between Two Worlds" became my therapy session disguised as a film project—my way of processing that weird emotional limbo between the warm, fuzzy past and the ice-cold, lonely present. Getting started was about as easy as explaining TikTok to my grandpa, but once I started digging into those memories, everything clicked faster than my Netflix autoplay. The story wasn't just an idea anymore—it was ME, my journey through grief, loss, and that super strange feeling of being the loneliest person in a crowded room.
Woahhh, that got deep REAL quick! That was totally me showing my emotional cards, but ANYWAY, moving forward, let's do this alone once again, because apparently, I'm a glutton for punishment! Or maybe I just work better solo? Let's go with that second one—sounds way less dramatic!
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