Lekshmi Mohan

Rohan's affluent lifestyle spirals out of control as he becomes convinced there is a supernatural entity in his home. As he starts to uncover the mystery, he is drawn into unexpected worlds and alliances, along with the horrors that lie ahead.

Exploration of the ordinary lives led by women of different classes—a college professor, an unmarried woman, and a seasoned drama artist. They unveil the societal intricacies woven into their social backgrounds, with typical evening talks besides them. Gripping tales of yore immersed in the metaphorical embrace of their surroundings, their familial shelters are emblematic of resilience and protection, where profound truths lie hidden within the depths of the commonplace.

A human being with no face or figure glides through life, with an identity that is shaped by monotonous daily actions, and the marks and leftovers that remain. Just like any of us, this person too is spending time on earth, which in turn becomes the life we get to live. But what makes these actions distinct is the gender this person possesses. It can be you or someone you know, and the time that is being spent can be a choice, an obligation, or a habit in disguise.

A man, in his isolated self, is looking for company online. He finds it in an occasional friend and realises that this person is also in need of the same. They talk and immediately realise that both of them are in search of different things in disguise. He has a choice, whether to help the other person or to keep pushing his own needs. He chooses the latter, which distorts his sanity and self.

Chances are, every person, healthy or not, lives a life that, over time, threatens to take away all the memories they possess, to strip them bare of every trace of the life they’ve lived, or at least a large part of it, regardless of its importance to them. And one day, you realize that some may have already slipped away, with no way to retrieve them. That the people you shared them with are no longer around. That you are the sole keeper of those moments. And you begin to find ways to preserve what remains, in every fleeting instance of the life that’s left. Alone.