Strips of celluloid rotate on a large gyre, slowly circling into a twist. Uncoiling, these fragments of old movies return to straight lines, only to be drawn inexorably into torsion yet again. Briefly, an hourglass form. Memory loops. Skeins of cinematic narrative entwine, get entangled, return to the circular flow of time. Squeezing, wringing cultural and personal memory, trying to extract the last drops of liquidity from retold stories. Forcing out whatever may remain.

Marking the architecture of the building with blurred shadows, afterimages of the twists and turns of history.

Twist looks at the cinematic story as an object. The post-partition story, is one such object which has become the currency of nation building, producing memory and affect in ways that serve different ideological interests at different moments of history. The cinematic story travels is re-­‐mixed, re-­‐boots wilting identities.

Anxiety twists locks of hair, the edge of the dupatta, the telling of a tale. Tables turn. Prejudice makes its own convolutions.