Like two sides of the same coin, Hate & Sacrifice both belong to ‘Love'. And when ‘Love' is hurt these are the only two channels through which it has to choose to express itself. Like two giants they pull the tender-souled love to their respective sides and in this measuring of their strength lie hazardous storms for the poor tender Love. At times these storms tend even to kill the very Love--but Love dies hard. It suffers and comes out of the fire in a purer and more sublime form.
"How shall a heart be unsealed unless it be broken?"
And out of that broken heart and its bleeding wounds rises a song that is poetry. As they say-“the nightingale pierces his bosom with a thorn when he sings his love songs.”
And in 'Mehmaan' you will hear such songs.
There is somebody who sings like Khalil Gibran.
“If you would possess you must not claim.”
"Mehmaan' is a story of these songs and of those who sing it and believe in their heart of hearts that "If it were not for guests all houses would be graves"
And a guest has always to go.