Plot
Snehmoy Chatterjee (Rahul Bose) and Miyage (Chigusa Takaku) are pen friends who exchange wedding vows through letters. Seventeen years pass but they never meet. Yet the bond of marriage is strong between them. This unusual relationship comes under a cloud when a young widow, Sandhya (Raima Sen), comes to stay with Snehmoy along with her eight-year-old son Poltu. Snehmoy and the little boy bond and the arithmetic teacher discovers the joy of palpable bonds and fatherhood. There develops an inexplicable thread of understanding with Sandhya too. But Snehmoy remained loyal to his unseen Japanese wife. When Miyage was ill from cancer, he took a long leave from his school and tried to find a cure for her illness. Snehamoy sets out one day during a storm to talk to the closest oncologist in Calcutta, but leaves upon realization that without Miyage physically being there, the doctor can do little. On the way back,he calls Miyage and this is the last time he talks to her. The storm turns violent, with harsh wind and rain. He catches pneumonia when he returns to his house. Due to the continuing storm, no villagers are able to travel to Gosaba by boat to obtain the antibiotics required to cure his infection. He dies some days later. after the sea calms down,a bald Miyage in a white Sari, visits the house of her late husband Snehamoy. Sandhya welcomes her.
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