A kaleidoscope of characters creating visions of love and death. Stories within stories, which unfolds as the game..

A kaleidoscope of characters creating visions of love and death. A failed writer who takes revenge on an old gentleman. A nurse who falls in love while transporting the corpse of her father from Bangalore City to her village in Kottayam. A rowdy who transforms on seeing Jesus Christ. Stories within stories, which unfolds as the game of death progresses.

A kaleidoscope of characters creating visions of love, evil and death. A failed writer who settles scores with an old gentleman through a charade of life and death. A nurse who falls in love while transporting the corpse of her father from Bangalore City to her village in Kottayam. A rowdy who is reformed on seeing Jesus Christ. Stories within stories, unfolding as the game of death progresses into a moonlit night that turns diabolic.

Hari is a young, aspiring writer living in the countryside. A bachelor, Hari lives with his mother in their sylvan surroundings. There is nothing to disturb his routine except the occasional chores demanded by his mother-either to bury live puppies in the backyard or to fetch the veterinary doctor to help with their cow in labour. His only excitement, perhaps, is the sight of the doctor's young wife, filling him with hope of an opportunity for flirting. Sometimes, he visits Peter Sir, an old retired school teacher and widower. The two lonely men take pleasure in a curious game, over drinks and exotic dishes. They cut out obituary notices from a local newspaper, put them in a bowl and randomly pick them out, one at a time. They stake small amounts of money against each pick. The person who picks the older victim of death becomes the winner, and pockets the sum. From among the pictures they pick, Peter Sir recognizes two men, Shaji and Kuriakose, whose deaths tell entirely different tales-one of a murder and the other of love.—Hareesh

The film is like a folk tale, in its elemental qualities and evocation of eternal human passions. The structure is that of a story within a story, a tradition of Indian epics. The stories attempt a microscopic examination of the human mind. A cross-section is revealed which is a whirlwind of emotions - lust, passion, envy and rage.—Hareesh