Writer
Annai is looking for the eye he is missing. He goes deep into the sea, on top of the mountains, between the bushes and the trees and in the feathers of birds. But he still can't find his other eye.
Director
Annai is looking for the eye he is missing. He goes deep into the sea, on top of the mountains, between the bushes and the trees and in the feathers of birds. But he still can't find his other eye.
Writer
An old man buries a horde of gold under a tree in his garden. But what good is being rich if you can't spend it?
Director
An old man buries a horde of gold under a tree in his garden. But what good is being rich if you can't spend it?
