Because Sometimes We Cannot Win a Battle Without a Companion

Most of the movies talk about friendship from schools and colleges with people of the same age group & glorify that particular phase of life. But the movie stand-up portrays the friendship between six people of different age groups & how they stand up for their friend when something wrong happens. Diya is the youngest in the group who is in love with Amal, Keerthi's brother. Diya's life turns upside down when Amal who is an authoritative, possessive boyfriend attacks & sexually assaults her when she decides to end the toxic relationship. Being born in an orthodox family, Diya is told to keep her silence by her parents, and both families decide to save their face by conducting the marriage between Diya & Amal. It is when Keerthi, the bold stand-up comedian, and sister of Amal rise to the occasion. She fights with her family for Diya and stands up for her to make sure justice is done without bothering about the consequences. Thasni, Sujith also helps Keerthi & does everything to make sure Diya's voice is heard to the public, police & Amal is punished. Keerthi, being the sister of the culprit, breaks all the family relations to be with Diya, to bring her back from trauma. From being a friend, Keerthi becomes Diya's sister, guide & support system. This kind of friendship is very much in need of today's young generation. Someone who will be there for you & prove it not just through words but through actions, to serve the truth, justice that you are denied. One needs a lot of courage to go against one's siblings or family for a friend & this courage is what most of us lack today. A single friend like Keerthi can bring a lot of changes in our life. Such people are the ones who really teach us the meaning of friendship which is far beyond fun and trips. So if you have a Keerthi who can go beyond all the patriarchal norms that force you to be silent, who can question injustice done to you and who can understand your traumatized self and heal it with the proper medicine of friendship, be with her, don't ever lose her. Because sometimes we cannot win a battle without a companion.

A.C

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