Amit Dutta admits shying away from crowds, including those that gather to watch his films. “I don’t even send my films as entries to the various festivals,” says one of India’s most reclusive, retiring filmmakers. It’s they who hear about his films and seek his works out. Be it at Oberhausen, Venice or Rome. Often he doesn’t travel with them, not to the big ticket international festivals either. He is more comfortable with the viewing sessions of another kind, like a small adda last fortnight at the Himalayan Village in Sonapani, an intimate gathering of those who want to discover, absorb and understand his films as well as his mind. Rather than a formal Q&A, he prefers casual but compelling chats over several cups of tea. “It happens in festivals like Oberhausen. They give a certain dignity to films and filmmaking with the involved discussions,” he says.