"We all have nostalgic memories of our childhood. The summer vacations which we spent with our grandparents under the shade of the neem tree, enjoying raw mangoes and listening to the magical tales. But with time the charm of that simple village life has vanished. The trees are uprooted and replaced by fibre shades. Everything has become artificial and complex, just like the pulp of mango trapped in the bottle of artifical and processed juice. What happens when village breeze enters the city chaos...\r\n \r\n "