Firaki, a depressed history professor in her 30s, boards a train from Kolkata to Shantiniketan to visit her father, who has been diagnosed with terminal cancer, one final time before committing suicide, since she feels she has no one left now that her mother has died and her little brother died as a child in an accident for which she has always blamed herself. However, on the train Firaki meets a stranger who seems remarkably familiar. The next couple of hours
Firaki, a depressed history professor in her 30s, boards a train from Kolkata to Shantiniketan to visit her father, who has been diagnosed with terminal cancer, one final time before committing suicide, since she feels she has no one left now that her mother has died and her little brother died as a child in an accident for which she has always blamed herself. However, on the train Firaki meets a stranger who seems remarkably familiar. The next couple of hours
When the police deem the mysterious death of a television actor’s son a suicide, the grieving father turns to his niece, the solider-turned-private-investigator Radha Bose, who suffers from PTSD over a harrowing exit from the military.
Meanwhile, when cynical, sardonic teenager Aditya Gokhale is pursuaded to attend therapy after an unsuccessful suicide attempt, the therapist suggests that Aditya, who has recently dropped out of college, occupy hi
When the police deem the mysterious death of a television actor’s son a suicide, the grieving father turns to his niece, the solider-turned-private-investigator Radha Bose, who suffers from PTSD over a harrowing exit from the military.
Meanwhile, when cynical, sardonic teenager Aditya Gokhale is pursuaded to attend therapy after an unsuccessful suicide attempt, the therapist suggests that Aditya, who has recently dropped out of college, occupy hi
The beggar glanced to his right, and saw that the young man in his late twenties was back again. He had been coming here, to the dimly lit and barren street, every day for the past week. All he ever did was stare for hours at end out at the lake running alongside the street. His face would reg Read More...