Thyyagoo's lens captures the raw, unbridled lust of youth, as a boy, too overwhelmed by his desires to wait for a partner, turns to his own hand. His punheta is feverish, urgent, the camera lingering on the flush of his skin, the sheen of sweat, the way his body trembles with each desperate stroke. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths, his quiet moans, as he races towards his climax.