What we call civilisation is nothing but a dense jungle of walls made of bricks and mortars, appearing tranquil but full of uproar of sighs and sorrows as loud as an explosion. God, like his creation the Man, has turned a deaf ear to the woes of suffering humanity. But within these walls dwell some, whose hearts throb with emotions, eyes glitter with tears and lips stay ready with a smile.
Vijay and Ray, two souls-two brothers, who once shared their joys and sorrows together - had to be separated by a wall that was built on truth and justice.
Ravi had the strength like that of his father, tender love like his mother and undying affection for his brother. But the Wall of Duty would not allow a re-union.
Vijay had experienced the bitterness of life. He carried the stigma of his father's indiscretion, committed out of love for his wife and children and under duress of blackmail. This stigma could not be washed as it was tattooed on his hand, to be borne till death. Vijay could not forget his life on the streets and the nights of starvation and poverty. The abuses slung at his mother remain imprinted in his heart. Torture and torments turn him into a rebel.
On the other side was Ravi, one who believed in the rules of road, conscious of his duties towards society and law.
This was the Wall, a Wall of dogmas, separating the brothers, each one opposed to the other.
The only link of affection between the brothers was their Mother. But when she learnt that the palace Vijay had built stood on crime and sin, she was full of remorse. All the wealth he had could not lessen her grief. She went with Ravi to the other side of the wall leaving Vijay full of misery and loneliness.
The day dawned when this wall crumbled down leaving a void as big as an ocean, which could not be gulfed by all the tenderness, love and affection.