POOVU (FLOWER)

In life, he hadn’t travelled much. Fleeing from the homeland with his mother was his first. Adolescence was a passage through the pain of lost love. A honeymoon train ride to Delhi with his wife was the second of his journeys. And later, the journey of holding his daughter’s hand.
What is left is a journey unburdened by the inevitability of return and in the midst of it, he travels along a path he chose, but had failed to tread.
Travelling with four women who influenced him most in life – mother, wife, daughter and the first lover is fifty year old Jeevan. And time and seasons and places entwine hands with Jeevan on this journey. Just as he had desired.