Plot

Anjan is a 38-year old widower who is perfume-maker. One afternoon, he receives a a letter from a woman named Nutan. But, the letter is not for him, it is for the previous tenant, Raghubir, who has passed away. He opens the letter and reads about her terminal illness, memories with Rahubir, regret about how things have ended and the perfume that she has attached with the letter. She also mentions that it's the last bottle of her perfume. His curiosity is piqued and he smells the its deeply. He is surprised that the perfume is such that he has never smelt it before. The perfume and her words motivate him to write back to her with empathy about her situation. This leads to an exchange of letter. Nutan writes about a film that they had seen together but, Anjan has never seen the film and when he does watch the film, he gets stuck on a scene about flowers and he is confused between two flowers as part of the perfume. He writes back about the film and asks if jasmine is still her favourite flower. She writes back to him mentioning that his memory still is just as bad as it used to be. He says to himself "Tulip then" and gets back to working on the perfume. The perfume is not there yet. Anjan goes through some of Raghubir's things that were never moved out and finds a photograph at the back of which Nutan's name is mentioned. He writes back to her asking where this was clicked and if her memory serves her right. She writes back saying this was that time when they had tried Sandesh at Sen Mahashay and thereafter had clicked the photograph at Maidan. Anjan goes to Sen Mahashay to have Sandesh. He discovers an essence in the Sandesh that he feels is part of the perfume. He buys a box of Sandesh and goes home. He starts to concoct the perfume. He eats another Sandesh to reaffirm his thought. The original perfume has been replicated. He smells them simultaneously and he knows he has done it. He starts driving to her place with the box of Sandesh and the bottle of perfume is inside it. He gives the box to her nurse. The nurse hands the box to Nutan. Anjan lingers around. He looks at the window that he assumes to be Nutan's room but, there is no movement. Nutan opens the box, sees Sandesh, sees the bottle of perfume and opens and smells it immediately. She smells and curiosity leads to moving her curtain. She spots Anjan who is walking away now but, he feels a gaze and stops and looks back. Nutan and Anjan share a look of acknowledgment and smile at each other. Nutan takes a bite of Sandesh.—ABHRO CHOWDHURY