What if life is a hidden reality show—every smile a scene, every silence a cut? We perform for unseen eyes, chasing applause called approval. Yet between scripts and seasons, something rebels. A laugh without reason. A love without audience. Maybe freedom begins the moment we feel unscripted, even when no one is watching.

The more you turn the pages, the more unsettling and disturbing it gets. You get to know that all of them are…. CLONES. Yes, and not humans. They are not born; they are created and for what?

A LETTER TO TORU WATANABE From 'Norwegian Wood ' by Haruki Murakami . A letter to Toru Watanabe, a character who is not only just pen on paper but represents most of us today.