On a lonely night, revolting for sleep, Hari opened his old notes of melancholy. While writing the diary, he delves into his past and reopens all his childhood wounds. With amble sorrow and agony, he calls for a revolution of people who cannot sleep. This is a documentation of one of the many usual nights of Hari.
- Created by
- Adarsh Radhakrishnan
- Origin
- US
