The most multifarious flock trammeled tightly together to look and feel like one, the Indian society has traversed through several curves where it almost fell apart and didn’t. One such has been the recent and still prevailing Covid contagion.

Set during the early onset in April 2020 when the entire world groped and dabbled in appraising how pernicious its footprint would be. Overwhelmed by ominously creeping fear of unbeknownst when instinct was the only defense, when the entire country was ordered to lock down for three weeks, thousands of daily wage earners from various cosmopolises embarked upon a walk back home from asphalt jungles onto asphalt beneath their blistering feet. It will be years before history deciphers if they had better options.

In a fictitious suburb Temper in a fictitious state in India, they hit a checkpoint set up under nationwide restrictions to travel as a pre-emptive measure to contain the spread of the most intractable virus known to mankind. The travellers were not prepared for this nor was the person in charge of the checkpoint. Surya Kumar Singh was in his first independent charge to manage this post. Suddenly this 100-meter-long traffic jam turned into a microcosm of the most disparate, unlike, and largest such society in the world. Surya Kumar at the helm representing the order must transcend his own personal history of feeling inadequate to fit in and must protect the sanctity of the society that India is. People who looked like a ‘BHEED’ must feel like a society. India must win.