‘You’re asking me to hold your hand. And now you’re turning away from me. You are saying something but I will be able to’t hear you. It is too windy. You’re crying now. Now you’re smiling. I am done. I love you . . .’
It’s been two years since Raghu left his first love, Brahmi, at the edge of the roof one fateful night. He couldn’t save her; he couldn’t be with her. Having lost the whole thing, Raghu now wants to stay hidden from the world.
However, the annoyingly persistent Advaita finds his elusiveness very attractive. And the more he ignores her, the more she’s drawn to him till she bulldozes her way into an unlikely friendship.
What attracts to start with, begins to grate. Advaita can’t lend a hand but wish to know what Raghu has left in the back of, what he is hiding, and who broke his heart. She wants to love him back to life, but for that she needs to know what wrecked him in the first place.
After all, the antidote to heartache is love.