“I don’t want to talk about these aliens anymore. When I think about them too much I get a headache, as if a tight band is being wrapped around my head. I begin perspiring, and my breaking picks up,” says Vikram Jani whose tendency to isolate himself from others soars after moving away from home. In a world eroded by alien visitors, Vikram hides in an apartment, locks his door, and watches the news carefully, with his thumb hovering over the power button. Only after most of the city has disappeared does he dare wander around, armed with a voice recorder, speaking aloud his own romantic tale.