Through the intimate lens of hands, we witness a woman's entire life journey in Odisha. Starting with a newborn's tiny fingers clutching her mother's thumb in a hospital, to wrinkled hands folded in final prayer, each frame tells a story without ever showing a face. We watch these hands evolve - drawing rangoli during festivals, nervously adjusting a school tie, wearing wedding bangles, cradling a baby, typing corporate emails, tending to garden tulsi, and finally, blessing grandchildren. In her final moments, her life flashes through others' memories - not through faces or voices, but through the story her hands told, each wrinkle and scar a chapter of resilience, love, and the profound journey of womanhood.