The woman’s eyes flickered, a mixture of suspicion and melancholy. She introduced herself as , the daughter of the late director’s brother. She explained that her brother, Raghav Patel , was a modest cinematographer who had assisted on Mastram and had kept a personal copy of the film in a wooden crate, tucked away in the attic for sentimental reasons. When Raghav passed away, the family never opened the crate, fearing the dust and decay that time inevitably brings.