A mistaken delivery in Mumbai's famously efficient lunchbox delivery system (Mumbai's Dabbawallahs) connects a young housewife to a stranger in the dusk of his life. They build a fantasy world together through notes in the lunchbox. Gradually, this fantasy threatens to overwhelm their reality.
On the whole time, I'm watching the film like the guy who stares next to mr. Fernandez Desk with wired, bizarre, strange, funny, odd, curious, peculiar, erratic, crazy.
**"Dear ila, the food was very salty today"**