There’s something about the way someone whistles that instinctively connects you to their thoughts. By hearing someone whistle you can tell if they’re happy, melancholic, bored or amused. That Saturday -when Raaj left his house to get on his way to the Shiva Park- anyone could tell by his whistle that he was riding a rainbow of happiness, until…

In “Bottles under the Banyan”, you’ll come across two roads. One of them will take you to a safe place, and the other will defy the concepts under which you’ve been living, and get you to rethink your perspectives.

Which one are you going to take?