This is a story of an ancient coin and the boy who stumbles upon it in the present times. Coin is currency. It keeps people going, actually running behind it. If a coin is seen and understood from the point of view of a village boy how would it look? His village nestled in the heart of the mountain, his home, the streams, and the fields are in the shadow of urban development. Soil and water from his village are being dragged to the cities. That’s the only way to prosper, he hears from everywhere. How does an ancient coin that he finds takes him to places in this situation? This is a story of Pratik … a story of all of us..