This is a story of four humans compelled to live in an environment of perennial illumination. When in darkness, they feel the acute need of light because in a Collective life there is no better alternative to light. But when the ever needful light appears never to fade into darkness, culminating into perennial illumination, forever shining. They are baulked by the minute intricacies of living a Collective existence. All the secrets kept under lock and key are exposed. Age, seniority , Social and Cultural levels, all become meaningless. These four humans fear that the passage of time has stopped. It Cannot create anything new. These people facing the boredom, terror, fear, disgusts & shame, yet keeping social relations, are stunned by the omnipresence of light. Factually the story of these people begins in presence of light, but it has no end. Living in a state of perennial illumination, where nothing happens. Facing this unprecedented situation of exploding light, the characters have bared their innermost emotions, emptied their souls, so profusely that time has to be stretched to limits, to account each and every one of it. Speedy passage of incidents has to be leashed. All the four characters in the play talk incessantly. Their incessant talk becomes a lingual kaleidoscope. But what other alternative do they have other than this? Keeping mum, with tongue in cheek becomes unbearable because of the disturbing light. Keeping on talking makes lingual webs. But talking, communicating feels like making something to happen. So these people choose the option of to keep talking and continue this, like some kind of an exercise. Passing the time by playing the game of talking.
