Don’t pull down if it don’t pull you up.

That’s just how it goes on the ladder. Girls, chicks, fillies, women, MILFs, cougars; Srinivas Ramachandran will take them all. To get a leg up. Okay, not all. Only the ones with bucks and clout! Mohina Sethi was one of his earliest hit-and-run victims.

Twenty years later, they meet in Munnar.

Sri has his head full. His is a story that begins with a bathtub on the rooftop, the Goddess of Trifling Matters and a white plastic bag.

Mohina has her hands full. For starters, her tale features a meagre bust-line, a marriage on the bounce and a nineteen-year-old who’s had an abortion. Going out of her mind, Mohina agrees to hear him out.

Twenty days on—in his tale—Sri has landed up at a party… wearing a garland of blue sanitary pads.

Reality stands on its head when a man climbs higher by reaching lower.