Like Gandharva’s nimble, winding voice, the film presents a world in constant flux: a flower that transforms into a gramophone, a tanpura that becomes a tree, staff notes that turn into birds on a wire. Motifs from the musician’s universe emerge and vanish gracefully, only to be picked up again later. The film’s cyclical organisation and contemplative slowness, in keeping with Gandharva’s art, open up a serene space of cinematic meditation.