The verse describes a young girl dreaming of becoming a celebrated laavani dancer. Her story unfolds in a room inside ‘The Unnamed Building’ where she plays out her miseries and fantasies aloud in a dream loop, the stagnant straw mat of her dreary present offsetting the kinetic potential of her shiny ghungroos. The audience watches the pathos, entranced. Somewhere else, the tension is broken by an avaricious financial advisor singing an ode to wealth. In another room, a real-life poet recites her fiesty anti-establishment poetry to stir the mood and in yet another, a queer dancer sings softly, seeking their identity.