SYNOPSIS A story is traditionally meant to have a beginning, a middle and an end. But what about modern urban existence where stories never see an end? ‘Track2’ in its music and images leaves one with the memory of a crescendo attained, stopping short of the dramatic. It is the mundane which makes its appearance in its bare form.
As the character; the ‘non-hero’ living amidst the minimal carries on without newness, the day begins and slips into evening without any promise of change. There is no relief, not even in the music. ‘For you, beloved, my soul longs’ is the cry that haunts the narrative with its repetition where resolution remains an impossibility.