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Aruvi- a heart-touching tale

 Aruvi (2017)


Cast: Aditi Balan, Anjali Varadhan

Director: Arun Prabhu


Synopsis: Aditi stars as Aruvi, a bubbly, enthusiastic girl having a close family who grows to become a sunny, carefree daddy's girl until one fateful incident after which her family shoos her away.



 Aruvi is a masterpiece of an out-of-the-box thinker. The social anguish of a rebellious young woman is rightly expressed here. Anjali Varadhan plays exceptionally well. It is a bundle of emotion and joy. One is taken on a roller coaster of life, undoubtedly a bumpy one. It is definitely not happy. It takes us through a journey of compassion, The name Aruvi fits the protagonist's personality and the film perfectly. 


Aruvi is broken but firm, chaotic but calm, brave but fearful, an angel but a devil. 


Aditi Balan is surely the best person to portray this role. Her display of emotions when her doting dad suddenly starts hating her to the core is very realistic. Perhaps no debutant would want a better debut. 

The film is a hit-the-head-hard, thought-provoking one and is very unique too. A highly recommended must-watch for everyone! If you are wanting a sensitive, social film, then this is the right one for you. 

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