In Flanders Fields is a ghost story. Directed by Rajasthan-based filmmaker Sachin, the short film is a poetic meditation on war, colonial erasure, and ancestral presence in foreign land. The director introduces us to a rarely acknowledged fact in dominant historical narratives: during the First World War, as many as 1.4 million Indians were conscripted by the British and sent to the frontlines in Flanders. This revelation sets the stage for a cinematic elegy to those forgotten men.

Using letters, archival photographs, and overlaying voices (including his own), the filmmaker crafts a slow, spectral narrative. Indian soldiers appear imposed onto the land they died for as silhouetted, grainy images—ghostlike—fusing the past and present into one unresolved image. The Flemish landscape becomes a field of memory, ephemeral, lightly dusted with snow. “How does one become a ghost?” asks the voice-over in the film’s opening, promising a reflection on the matter. The answer emerges gradually: the filmmaker’s voice reads fragments of letters from an anonymous soldier. He is not a narrator, but a medium that revives voices long buried.

The cutout photographs of soldiers that overlay present-day scenery and the measured pace of the soundscape suggest a refusal to let the past settle. But no closure is offered here, only echoes of existence mixed with folk songs and words suspended in the winter air. It is not an attempt to reconstruct what can’t be recovered, but rather a meditation. Doing so, In Flanders Fields becomes less a film about remembering war, but more about how we preserve history. This is a quiet, powerful act of mourning. These ghosts don’t haunt; they are waiting to be seen.

In Flanders Fields has no interest in detailing a historical account but instead chooses resonance over information. By embracing the slowness and stillness of spirits, it pays respect to these forgotten souls. It invites viewers to linger, to listen, and to imagine the texture of history not through facts alone, but through a cinematic revival. The result is a hybrid work that is part film, part installation, part invocation, blending documentary fragments, poetic voiceovers, and visual collages. This approach allows Sachin to explore history as a layered experience that feels deeply personal, his voice an intimate bridge between anonymous pasts and personal memory, as if reclaiming kinship with the long-forgotten.

In Flanders Fields reminds us that colonial violence is not a closed chapter, but an ongoing structure. The film’s meditation on land haunted by memory resonates strongly today in a world still marked by displacement, occupation, systematic destruction, and historical denial. In this light, Sachin’s film is a call to recognise those whose histories are being buried, whose landscapes are being rewritten, and whose voices we still fail to hear.