This familiar tale on middle-class struggle is flawed yet commendable

OME films speak loud. Others whisper truths we've long buried beneath shame, silence, and societal discomfort. Nimde Kathe belongs to the latter.

- A SHARADHAA

OME films speak loud. Others whisper truths we've long buried beneath shame, silence, and societal discomfort. Nimde Kathe belongs to the latter. At first glance, it appears to trace a singular thread—an unusual issue in an otherwise ordinary marriage. But peel the layers, and you'll find not one, but three narratives stitched into a fragile fabric, all orbiting around the emotional and mental disintegration of one man—Vikram (Abhilash Dalapathi), a life insurance agent caught at the crossroads of health, debt, and despair.

The film opens not with a bang, but a quiet storm. Vikram, who leads a modest, middle-class life with his wife Kavya (Rashika Shetty), consults a doctor (Sihi Kahi Chandru) about an intimate concern—one he's too ashamed to share with even his closest friends. The doctor prescribes a pill, but with a twist: don't swallow it, just keep it in your pocket. "Things will fix themselves," he assures. And for a while, they do—or so it seems.