Set in the stillness of an empty bureaucratic waiting room, the film weaves together a poem written by me and a Rajasthani folktale collected by Vijay Dan Detha.  A sudden inner “crack” heard while standing in a queue opens a reflection on what we forget, overlook, and ignore. Moving between fragments of memory and the folktale of the leaf and the clod of earth, the film explores fragility, care, vulnerability, and the quiet forces that shape what survives and what disappears.