Rajat is a writer; his irascible outpourings have been earning him the wrath of the moral police. His relationship with his wife Smita is the subject of his new book; a study of impermanence in relationships, of how love dies, of the desperate need for fresh beginnings in human beings. A need that is echoed in his wife Smita's quiet longing for physical contact; in the smug comfort exhibited by their friends, Akshay and Sushmita, happily married, with two wonderful children, a nice house, a good job, but who skirt perilously close to the thin edge of despair and loneliness and longing in the midst of their suburban tranquility.