Fed up with the absence of important gratitude in spite of being an effective author, Abhimanyu Roy (Ayushmann Khurrana) go back to his roots in Kolkata to compose more significant literature and selects an old-fashioned romance– which was now, 3 years in the making.
This author’s block is called Bindu (Parineeti Chopra). How do you include this unforeseeable, insane, uneasy, bigger than life, live wire in the pages of a book?
As Abhi states “You understand when a tune begins and you simply need to dance? Bindu was that tune. That ridiculous contagious cheerful tune you could not leave your head … even if you wished to.”.
Where should he start? Where should he end?
When Abhi stumbles throughout an old audio cassette of their preferred playlist, it sends out Abhi down memory lane … and as he waltzes in and out of his present and previous through the tunes in the blended tape, he lastly deals with truth and reconnects with his roots, with his household and his unique starts composing itself.
Obviously, life in its typical computing way surprises him yet once again and alters the ending of his book and his life, as he when again discovers himself being drawn back into the center of that insane little thing called love.
He understands, that love, is neither time- nor place-dependent … All we require is the ideal individual beside us and obviously the ideal soundtrack.
( CBFC UA DIL/2/2/2017- MUM).