Two friends shoot some random shots on a busy street. Then they desperately try to carve a story out of the rush. Throughout the exercise some questions haunt them: What do we mean by a 'story'? Can any-body really narrate a 'new' story on this earth? Do not we all keep on narrating the same old stories again and again? Do not we all keep on listening the same old stories again and again? Does not life go on in a same circle again and again?