It is not only about humans who are victims of invented realities. Like the troubled one in 'Phantasmagoria'. A lonely hyena in 'Glad to Meat You' is proof of the illness being shared by beasts alike. It is not only about reasonable men like Laxman in 'The Soul Swindler', who incited by mischief, willingly falls prey to a con that may not be one, but also about people driven by doxasticity like Arjun in 'Kingdom of Despondence', who is addicted to the falsity of make believe. It is not only about a self-exploring genius kid like Vishnu in 'Catharsis', whose world is hyper-real; too real to be true. Even the enlightened grand master in 'Neo Nachiketā', after summiting the highest peak of self-realisation, asks, what next?