The Red Door

A man wakes up to the sound of water drops leaking from the sky of his bleak world. A contact with the outside world comes through a mobile phone devoid of human connect. The journey begins with the man carrying a red door through a lush, green field and a maze of trees. Then he crosses a bridge to the second half of life where he clambers up a rugged and withering landscape. He reaches a world of mute, standing stones and finally reaches the mountaintop tired, he enters the door, and says, 'Mother, I am home' and goes to sleep. May be death is as mundane as opening a door. When we die, we just enter another door, and say 'Mother, I am home'.