Zaigham Imam’s story is much stronger than his amateur execution. Nonetheless it deserves to be seen for its sheer thought, which is brilliant. Love transcends religion.

The performances are decent, the story is fantastic and the climax is moving, all but spoilt by an amateurish execution.

This novel attempt to foster Hindu-Muslim amity is pretentious at best!

I suppose there’s a poignant message in having a Hindu play a Maulvi, and a Muslim actor essay the role of a Pandit, but such meta attempts are best left to the confines of an elevated wooden stage.