A seemingly deceptive perfect family , hanging on together by a invisible thread of denial of the reality....
Members of the family battle with their emotions, struggle to maintain a calm... for the sake of family and so does the saga go on...
The younger members of the family... unaware of the ghosts of their lives and of those they love , walk on... protected by the mask the elders have worn to show them the way through the dark lanes...
The masks slowly fade and truth starts to show, like a bare wound , inflicting pain , the tears more obvious , flowing endlessly.. as the family struggles to stay united and one young man, struggles to bring true happiness into a hollow echoing mansion of the family.
Shiv Kapoor , a young man, with dreams like anyother of a perfect family , a witness to a saga of lies , deciet , hypocrisy, vanity , profanity , goodwill , struggles to keep the family together... and he goes on... with the support of his grandparents...to deal with it his way , the intentions honorable as ever...
In a world of make believe he wishes to live, denying the lies , the malice , the deceit that surrounds him...cucooned by his own beliefs, of the reality he wishes to see..., holding on to dreams that seem a far cry from reality, he goes on...
Like a breath of fresh air that seeps through into a dark room, so does Gauri Chatterjee , enter his life, like a breath of fresh air... and for the first time , his life revolves around her, for anger, for companionship, for teasing, for his lil triumphs, for a friend...
Unable to believe what he is experiencing, he yet again tries to cocoon himself, but cant help dwell in the cool calmness, the breath of fresh air has brought into the cocoon...
Running from the glaring reality, of the existent chaos , of the new emotions he is experiencing , he seems to have knocked himself against the inevitable...! The cupid 's arrow has found its target... Ahem....
The dream he had, couldnt have been more significant ...for he has knocked himself into something , he wasnt prepared for , that which he had never looked out for...
- Sareeta
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