FALSE REALITY.... A boy has just slipped into the realm of his dream. He thinks he is dreaming. His eyes are wide open and are targeted towards the ceiling which has been painted in blood-red by the soothing illumination coming out from the cheap LED bulbs. His bed has embraced him and it does not have any second thoughts of letting him go. But the boy’s thought does not converge with that of his bed. He tries to get up and sit tall in that blurry world which has been blended with the smoke of dual-natured red light. With some physical efforts he now sits in the position he likes the most. Now, he is staring at the rectangular glass slab which has been supported by his thick engineering books. He needs a fix; the thought generates enthralling impulses among the billion nerves of his body. He takes out his credit card and puts the holy cocaine on the glass slab, segments the lump in five equally spaced vertical columns and starts inhaling the ‘elixir’ with the help of 10 rupee