In a crumbling, palace‑like house on the outskirts of Kolkata, the ordinary world of advertising and movie‑making brushes against something far older. The faded corridors echo with whispers, and the very walls seem to remember a time when they belonged to a single family. It is a place where the line between the living and the unseen blurs, and the ambience sways between playful chills and wistful nostalgia, setting a tone that is as comic as it is eerie.
Ayan Sengupta arrives at the mansion to shoot a commercial, clutching a lingering dream of directing his own film despite a tight budget. While scouting the location, he encounters a mysterious stranger, Biplab Dasgupta, who invites him to sit and listen. Biplab’s tale unfolds like a midnight campfire story, turning the mansion’s history into a living narrative that captures Ayan’s imagination and mirrors his own creative yearning.
The story Biplab tells centers on a loose‑knit troupe of ghosts who have made the old house their permanent haunt. These spectral residents, each with distinct quirks, have learned to coexist, sharing jokes and memories that ripple through the dust‑laden rooms. Their camaraderie is tinged with a gentle melancholy, for the mansion is more than a playground—it is the only place where they can linger in peace. The gentle humor of their interactions is balanced by an underlying concern that their sanctuary might soon disappear.
Hints of an outside force eager to transform the venerable estate into a sleek shopping mall drift through the conversation, casting a shadow over the ghosts’ tranquil existence. As Ayan absorbs the tale, he is left to wonder not only about the fate of the mansion but also about the identity of the enigmatic storyteller and how this strange encounter might shape his own artistic path. The film promises a blend of spooky charm and witty reflection, inviting viewers to linger in the liminal space between the living and the lingering.
