Aaryama Singh

In the deep of autumn, a woman faces fragments of memory and unease, unsure if she's mourning the past or herself.

Philosophy is never black and white. Kayla and Richie find themselves in the grey area of existence. would they be able to go back to how they were? or will their minds get the best of them?

On the night of her greatest achievement, Ann knocks the door to her past relationship only to face a version of him that she no longer recognises.

It was year 2014, the destiny called out in chaos for the end of humanity. Fleeing crowds hovered the land as did the ships in sky, bombs took over the last lives and the only survival was to escape. Amidst the cries, she stood alone, a chalk in her hand and her parents looking down at her as they bid their last cold goodbyes. She was lonely in a chaos she couldn't understand, all she knew was to wait and count for a promise that was only a distracting lie.

My Dear Melancholy, a micro-short that explores a personified version of melancholy and his dilemma of holding on or letting go

This film is a metaphor of a young kid exposed to the world not knowing what to do, getting a panic attack and finally receiving help from an unexpected person.