One night, she leaves her house.The sound of a train, a journey ahead of her.
Even I, being her creator; do not know of her existence.
She looks just like any other girl in our country. She sounds mute, like awoman in tears. Simple features, composed expressions, struggling hands andtormented soul. She sits in a train compartment, transfixed in the future. Pastand present are to be erased. She sits in an auto and rides for one minute inthe film. She is looking for an address to find someone- ‘Her Lover’, to findthe future. The future of a woman.
She has run from one house to find another. May her soul never find a house. Woman will always run from their houses, some in reality, some in dreams and some like her.