The narrative follows the journey of a woman's recollection of her marriage and her radical steps outside it. Radhika is asked by the publishers to complete the works of her late husband Indraneel. This compels her to study his work and therein begins her journey into the past. She realizes how much he romanticized their mundane every day life. Yet in reality, he was at times insensitive to her, negligent towards his marital duties and apathetic towards their elderly maid. She then wonders: how can a poet be unaware of his day-to-day life but highlight the moments from it in his art? Is the complexity of art something artificial, without real flesh and blood?