We have globalized technology, when will we globalize Humanity?
A water server in a small railway station in Eastern India doesn't return home one evening. His wife comes to term with inhumane reality while looking for him far away from her picturesque village surrounded by mountains and forests. While she and her friends arrive at the rail station they hear someone has been run over by a train. Where is he? Will she succeed in finding him? Is death certificate merely a document?
