In Dadar East, home to the erstwhile Bombay Dyeing mill, three stories involving seemingly unrelated characters interweave. Stories of people from different walks of life, bound together only by geography. And death.
As the characters grapple with angst, fear, loneliness, nostalgia, and mysterious corpses, they paint a darkly comic picture of a city which, quite like its residents, appears to be evolving but is really falling apart.