Is he a boy with an unbreakable spell being cast over him or just an idle uninspired artist coping with his inner demons? After selflessly opening himself to the strangers' ear, hidden in the corners of dimmed underground clubs, he confides to the lens, juxtaposing mantric thoughts of endless sorrow and loneliness, and insecurities of one which he shares with such dignity. What's an artist to do once he challenges his own depression caused by artistic discontent and lack of self - fulfillment. Does he finally faces his own fears and insecurities and creates his own masterpiece armed with every means possible?