There is a storm coming, Mr. Wayne. Do you want to know a little secret about it? It doesn’t come out of the blue like you think. It grows around you whilst your dismal senses choose to turn blind eye over it. And before you know, the silent grumbling would have become an insurrection, encircling you. Intrigued Mr. Wayne? Because there is an inscrutable beauty to the storm. It’s an agent of chaos. You won't have time to think. You could run, but you won’t have any place to hide. You will think what wrong I did other than using everything that was under my disposal, to suffer the wrath. You would feel it’s better to give up everything and die under its hands. But do you really know the beauty of a storm? It strikes at the backbone of your society, tearing you apart, making you battered, yet leaving you alive fighting to find a ray of hope. You think you could be that ray of hope? Do you think you could fight the storm? With all your valor do you r...
A Film sometimes speaks for itself and sometimes becomes a chameleon adapting to the questions you pose at it.