Rosarita

Bonita, a young student from India, sits on a park bench in San Miguel, Mexico -- where she has arrived to learn Spanish. She is alone in this place to which she has no connection. It feels like bliss. 

And then a woman approaches her, claiming to recognise Bonita because she is the spitting image of her mother, who supposedly made the same journey from India to Mexico as a young artist. No, says Bonita, my mother did not paint. She never travelled to Mexico. But this strange woman insists, and so Bonita follows her. Into a story where Bonita and her mother will move apart and come together, as the past threatens to flood the present, or even rewrite it.