All he wanted was to see her just once. He was from a small village in the backwoods. She was the girl next door his lost love. No one supported him in his desire, neither his family, nor his friends. After all, she was the woman who had broken his heart and married for money when all he had to offer were his dreams. He came from his small village to the big city of Calcutta with hope in his heart. His pockets were empty and he was desperate for employment. He found his way to her house on a wet afternoon in a borrowed raincoat. She met him draped in silk, and shrouded by darkness in a strange gloomy house crowded with furniture. There in the dark, hidden from the world by the rain, the two of them relived the past. But to be in love is to lie, to smile even when the heart is breaking... Raincoat is a very Indian story despite its name, a story of small town hopes and the insidious corruption of the big city. It is also the story of how love can hold out despite all odds rising to surprising acts of selflessness. How one afternoon can prove to be greater than a lifetime.
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