Mohammad Rafi Sumon

Shahana's daughter Dipa asks her tailor to stitch deep pockets on her burkha. The young waiter at the tea stall worships the ground she walks on; the maid at home revels in her affection; the widowed college teacher's heart is in turmoil. Yet her family considers her a disgrace and a menace to society.

Layla is a silent monologue highlighted on a single woman's after work evening routine where loneliness came as a grand backdrop of metropolitan mechanical life.