Story of a father and daughter who lacks the vocabulary to communicate. The daughter always blamed the father for never being there. She believed that they don't matter in her dad's life and it was only his theatre that existed for him. The Father believed that his daughter lacked a sense of responsibility. So he made her the lead of a play, against her wish.

The mother is the thread that binds them together. When the mother dies, the thread gets disconnected. The Daughter runs away midway on the opening night of the play, leaving the father and the theatre in havoc. Since then the Father and Daughter have been estranged for six years.

The theatre is now on the verge of being demolished. Their loved ones use this opportunity to manipulate the Father-Daughter and bring them face to face.

Will the father realize that the daughter is capable of taking responsibility? Will the daughter realize her passion and love for the theatre? Will they be able to find the right vocabulary to communicate with each other? Or, Will coming face to face make the situation worse?