On a long bus journey from Madras, we were witness to a strange performance...The driver of the vehicle at some late hour of the night started playing a handpicked selection of popular love songs from Tamil films. One song led to the other and as the performance unfolded, we realized that the various singing voices were in effect one voice. The "voice" was a scream spread across the journey. On a different journey, this time to shoot the river "Kaveri" to speak about our relation to our environment, we found that the river had already been constructed for us. As an object of beauty... As a commodity for use... As divinity... To us the question was what was the river prior to all construction? During the course of our shooting the two journeys overlapped. The "voice", a way of seeing, due to our proximity to it also became our perception alongside which the unnameable river flowed...