Red v Blue
A bright office. A brown couch. A man wearing a white coat sitting on a distant chair. A man wearing black lying on the couch. The session starts. The white man begins. “So Bharat, batao kya hua?” The black man, motionless. Staring at the ceiling. A frown forms on his face. “Qitaab.” The white man drops his head. Picks it back up. And continues. “Bharat, you need to get over this.” Calm and composed, Bharat replies with an aggressive tone. “How doctor, how can I get over it? I told you… this is the antichrist.” The doctor opens his notepad. A few words written on the page, jump to his eyes. The pen meets paper. Ink is drawn. He looks at Bharat, who is now sitting staring right at him. He continues. “Books aren’t the antichrist Bharat, they bring you towards the light. They educate you…” “Life educates me…” Bharat interrupts. “Books… they just manipulate me.” “How do know it’s not the other way round?” Bharat gets up and starts walking around the room. He steps up to a curtain by ...