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Differences is what separates us. Human is one race however, with a variety of different Art forms, different cultures, different opinions. 
This video is a tribute to the great Bengali minstrel, the baul saint, Lalon Fakir. 
In his song, 'Joler Upor Pani na Panir Upor Jol', Lalon questions god. He wishes for a few answers. The two religions, Hindu and Muslim has always been at conflict. There where those who bonded and those who thrived to evaluated which religion was above, which was below. 'Jol' and 'Paani' refers to the Hindu and the Muslim terms for water respectively. There maybe different terms, different languages, different cultural identities, but water is one. 
We are one 
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Direction | Edit | Concept | Choreography : Deepayan Purkait
Cinematography : Ishan Pablo Ghosh
Production Assistant : Saheli Datta
Cast :
Deepayan Purkait
Smriti Dhar
Link to video : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qCD7df36cs





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