Nawaf Naser

Every now and then, occurrences take place on the streets, alleys and highways of this city like the accumulation of moss on a concrete wall. Though majority of these fresh deposits appear true to us, they could really be otherwise. Nonetheless, wrapped under the folds of these truth and lies, three tales are carved to be called “Ei Muhurte”.

Two kids get into an embarrassing situation by stealing a jack fruit.

When the brash son of a local mafia boss falls for the drug addicted troublemaker Koli, all hell breaks loose.