Separated from birth, Sruiti and Smirty are twins who have become strangers. Leading different lives from one another, both are dreamers. As young adults, they are the outcasts in society and once declared insane by asylums' doctors in different states.
On yet another Saturday, Sruiti hears it again, a bird singing a tune. Since young, he has been hearing the same sound over and over again, sometimes the bird sounded far away while other times inches away. Countless attempts has already been made at locating the source of the birdsong, but to no avail. The strange melody soon finds comfort in his mind and lingers there for a long time.
Smirty remembers the place, he always remembers.
The memory of crystals, silver, marbles, golden sands in a pure land. Giant clams and a phoenix co-exist here, and in a state of zen within a constant gentle breeze.
Like a dream, this memory comes and goes.
Neither one of the twins see it coming, the waves that sweep everything away.
The city is falling and the walls are breaking as the flood takes everything, destroys everything except the sorry souls who are left behind to drown in their own sadness.
When Sruiti and Smirty regain their consciousness, they begin to observe the world around them in wonder. The ground is covered with gold dust, Tridacna gigas, crystals, silver and marbles of blood red colours. The gentle breeze carries a familiar tune of kings and fools.
Sruiti and Smirty wonder what or who is the maker of this melody, and a phoenix arrives. It sings and rest, and sings. In tune with everything, the twins are reconnected.
'Ni shad' following their bliss, they two sit down and rest.
Sruiti begins to narrate what he has heard,
Smirty begins to pour out his memory.
Nearby, the phoenix is listening and remembering.
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