A river is the beginning of a civilization. The Yamuna is one of India’s most revered rivers, a repository of deep spiritual faith, her name invoked in the country’s national anthem. In India’s capital city, however, the river is ‘dead’; nothing but a cesspool, its waters molten and with buoyant excreta. In no way does its present condition embody the sacred spirit of the river, the entrenched spirituality of its people. How have we reduced this noble river to this? This film is a personal exploration of Delhi’s Yamuna. It highlights the deplorable state and some of the gravest violations against the river and against the people to whom it is sacred, and many of whose lives and livelihoods are intimately tied to it. Amidst the ongoing tragedy of the Yamuna in Delhi, we discover stories of courage and fortitude; and of a near-insane affection for the river.