A daughter faces her transvestite father’s impending death. However, her last lap with him does not come smoothly, as she unearths his suppressed secret which wreaks emotional hell on the parent-and-child relationship.
It is not the father’s penchant to cross dress that drives a wedge between the two — that is open knowledge. It is something else.
While the horrified daughter struggles with the emotions that run riot through her, her father, trying desperately to discern the meaning of life, is greeted by divine visions that connect him to the past.
During these moments, he realises that the kinship with his daughter was wrought not when he adopted her — but at the genesis of the universe.
They had spent numerous lifetimes together, not always as father and daughter, before settling on the tumultuous one they have today.
How many more hundreds, no, thousands of years more before the ties cease to exist?
