The Gods Have Vanished! : An emotional saga of a simple life scarred with cynical urbanism

The news of his mentor Jennifer entering a dirty trade was demeaning. Brahmasut was distressed. He was trying to be calm but to him the world appeared as nothing but mean and paranoiac. Here everyone was hungry rushing on an uncompromising material highway and pushing stakes to newer highs. The sky-scraping landmarks and expensive price-tags raised larger-than-life question marks. Was it really a cold-blooded concrete landscape or a brilliantly laid out trading arcade?Answering to Brahmasuts satisfaction was nobodys business. He desperately sought solace but at what cost?