When his grandfather dies smiling beside the river after twenty years of silent watching, young Aruni leaves the Sindhu valley carrying the only thing the old man left behind: a small clay disc, blank on both faces and worn smooth by a lifetime of one thumb.

What was he looking for all those years? What did he find?

Aruni follows the road west through mountains, ancient settlements, and traditions whose meanings have been lost to time. Some people offer answers. Others have only stories, rituals, or silence.

The Blank Disc is a quiet philosophical fable about grief, faith, friendship, and the questions that remain when certainty runs out.