Two centuries ago, an eccentric astronomer built a mansion atop an old village pond where idols were once immersed after Durga Puja. The pond, once called Bhashanpukur, gave the house its name — Bhashanbari, the House of Immersion. Locals whisper that the spirit of the pond still resides within the mansion — a house that doesn’t just shelter people but silently draws them toward their end. It is said that Bhashanbari can "carry you away" — just like the idols drifting toward dissolution — not into death, but into something unexplainable. Now, a terminally ill woman named Haimanti arrives at the mansion without knowing why she's been drawn there. The caretaker, Ashwini, tends to her with eerie familiarity, constantly gazing into mirrors and watching her with a quiet reverence. He never explains why. Legends echo through the walls — that people return to Bhashanbari in cycles, like Halley’s Comet, bound by some cosmic rhythm. As the boundary between time and memory blurs, Haimanti begins to sense that endings are not always final — and that someone, somewhere, might still be waiting for her rebirth.
