Sargam

1979

Hema is beautiful, young, alluring. There is a exciting intoxication in her walk and at the sound of the music of her anklets, trees begins to swing and sway, leaves flutter, flowers open their buds and dance to the sound of Hema's "payals". The gay season of summer too joins in the merry parade. The countryside sings a melody of love. Hema hears it all. Hears it, but she doesn't talk. Her cruel inhuman step mother beats her up mercilessly, but Hema says nothing, uncontrollable sobs choke the throat of her hapless, invalid father, but full of unshed tears, she bears it all in painful silence. The step mother even arranges to sell Hema like cattle to a butcher, but Hema says nothing. She cannot say anything, for Hema is dumb. But Raju who play the "daffli" drums sings to his heart's content, round and about the lush green valleys and dales, selling joy, happiness and dreams, always keeping within close proximity of Hema. But will the dreams which Raju has painted for Hema in song, music and rhythm, ever come true. SARGAM is a story of love, strange but beautiful...