In the India of 1990's, which hadn't yet opened up to the glitter of free market and unimaginable choices, monotony had a flavour attached to it, which was crafted with utmost care and attention over the years. What happens when a lonely home maker starts getting a taste of novelty, through a metaphorical new automatic pressure cooker and the attraction from a younger man. Will she be able to allow new commodities to enter the floodgates of her world?