Seldom do we face a chance encounter with people who affect us more than the ones who have known us all our lives. This is the story of one such chance encounter. About the one who knew.

A photo, a pen or even a scent is enough to take you back in time. Our memories are ingrained with the world around us, with the mementos we collect. This is the backstory of a meagre thread, the memento of a boy who dreamt.