” While in studying in the architectural school, I would occasionally stop by to buy some fruit and peanuts from an old lady that would sit on the side of the road. She had the cutest smile. As a college kid, I was always in a hurry and never got a chance to actually talk to her. But the wrinkles on her face had stories to tell. Stories of loss and pain. Of joys and wonderments. And just like that … one day she was gone. No one knew where to. We heard different stories from different people but never saw her again. I wrote this story keeping her in mind. Perhaps she was someone who kept moving on, from one place to the other, never settling and never getting attached; even to a place on the side of the street.This was my first endeavor as a writer – director. I recalled learning the poem ‘A solitary Reaper’ by William Wordsworth. A lonely woman singing to herself. That became the foundation for the story.

A story of longing and the constant motion in which the life keeps evolving. “