This is a film about precious memories, about the things that we never had the power to keep alive, save in our recollection. Little Sukrit will always remember his grandfather. His memory of him will be colored by the soft hues of a large house and the chipping paint of an old phonograph. Week after week, a special ritual brought Sukrit and his grandfather together on Sundays. He will never forget how suddenly, on a Sunday like any other, all he was left with was the memory of an old safety razor, a lathered shaving brush and a rusty mirror...
