All he wanted was to see her just once. He was from a village in the backwoods. She was the girl next door, his lost love. No one supported him in his desire; neither his family nor his friends. After all, she was the woman who had left him with a dull ache in his broken heart.

He came from his small village to the big city of Calcutta, for his pockets were empty. He needed a job for his living and something more for his soul. He hoped he could get both.

On a wet afternoon, he found his way to her house in a borrowed raincoat. She met him trapped in silk, and shrouded by darkness in a strange, gloomy house.

There in the dark, hidden from the world by the rain, were just two of them. His eyes expressed painl hers' an inexplicable language. They talked and talked and yet said nothing. They relived their past with their thoughts and buries the present with their words... is it true that to be in love is to lie...? to smile even when he heart is breaking...?

Raincoat is a story of small town hopes and the insidious corruption of the big city. It is also the story of how love can hold out despite all odds rising to surprising acts of selflessness. Of how one afternoon can prove to be greater than a lifetime.