Prakriti Dutta Mukherjee

Recalling memories of a friend who committed suicide, three lovers slowly slide into an anguish labyrinth of desire, loss and longing. They entangle in a colliding maze of forsaken loves, failed expectations and imperfect anticipations. A disintegrating web arises in which love exists, but as dispassionate yearning. Here affection is an indifferent desire that burns the soul to death.

It is summer in Kolkata, India. A man waits at a bus stop in the morning while a girl with a violin waits in the afternoon. One day their paths cross. A strange relationship unfolds as they begin exploring the quiet of the city. Unable to settle down, they decide to leave the crumbling city. Season changes. It is raining at the bus stop.