Farhad Billimoria is so looking forward to being a departed soul!

On the cusp of his forty-second birthday and his relocation to San Francisco, this suave Bombay psychotherapist makes a farewell parade around his city in the company of Zelda, his beloved vintage car. Recently divorced, Farhad has realized that he will never find love again in Bombay and must trade in his Indian life for that on another west coast on another continent. As he roves, Farhad's mind crackles with bittersweet memories, giddy dreams, dreadful puns – even a new form of therapy modeled on clouds. But is love about to bloom for Farhad in Bombay just as he has given up on the city? And if it does, will he bring to it the man that he is, or the one he wants to become?

Elsewhere in Bombay, the tribal youth Rabi finds himself cooped up as caretaker to two ailing and cranky old Brahmins, Eeja and Ooi. Rabi comes from the remote Cloud people of eastern India, a sky-watching tribe who thrill to the play of Cloudmaker, the mercurial God who drifts and muses in the skies all day long, and who have been dragged into the modern world by the takeover of their sacred mountain by a mining company. Rabi's mentor Bhagaban, a film-maker and gadfly, has taken it upon himself to lead their resistance using the tools and strategies of democracy – a project for which his parents Eeja and Ooi have little empathy. As Bhagaban directs the forward march of time and Eeja and Ooi reassert a golden Indian past, will Rabi have to relinquish the delicate self bequeathed to him by the Cloud people? Or will the two hidebound old people begin to be drawn up into the clouds instead?