To what extent does a woman see the world the way her mother does? And her mother’s mother did, and so on. How many generations look through the eyes of one woman? Do some peep from behind curtains? Do the rest pull the strings - controlling when to stare, glance, blink or look away? Who forces her to confront, to look boldly into another pair of eyes, how many regrets line up? What if the woman was a queen? She could have been Maharani Tara Devi of Jammu and Kashmir, Maharani Suniti Devi of Cooch Behar, Rani Yashoda Devi of Patiala or Maharani Gayatri Devi of Jaipur.