Pragati

Naari: The Women (2025) throws you headfirst into the messy, electric lives of a group of women, all tangled up in each other’s stories, sometimes lifting each other up, sometimes accidentally (or maybe not so accidentally) making life harder. Pragati leads the pack—she’s fiery, not the type to sit quietly in the corner, and the camera loves her for it. But it’s not just about her. This movie’s a whole patchwork quilt of personalities—one minute you’re laughing with a character over chai, the next you’re practically yelling at the screen because of some boneheaded decision. Set in the heart of modern India—bustling streets, neon lights, and yes, the occasional monsoon downpour—the film digs deep into what it actually means to be a woman in a world that’s changing, but still clings to old-school ideas like a moth to a lightbulb. There’s grit here, but also softness; moments that’ll make your heart ache and others that’ll make you want to stand up and cheer. The dialogue snaps, the soundtrack’s got a pulse, and the cinematography? Gorgeous, honestly. It’s not all doom and gloom, though. There’s hope, resilience, even a bit of mischief. You can see these women fighting for space—not just in the world, but for their own happiness, their own ambitions. By the end, you might just feel like you’ve lived a dozen lives, laughed a hundred laughs, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll walk away seeing the world a little differently.