Guided by the phrases of a 92-year outdated veteran of the independence motion, the Kolkata-born director captures the fading vestiges and ambiance of the town. A "monkey man" leads his monkey and the digicam via the town streets, the place the sound of spinning wheels may be heard coming from the alleyways, and the calls of road distributors and the efficiency of a voice mimic echo off the partitions of outdated buildings. The movie evokes the faint perfume of Kolkata that lingers in these fragments of reminiscence.
