There is a place where fiction meets reality, where silence meets sound, where dreams meet waking, and where shadows see the light. A place where what is does not matter, and what could be takes over in flights of fancy. That place is here.

My name is Ramya. I can’t tell you my last name. I wish I could. I can’t tell you where I live either. I have to disguise my identity. It’s a matter of life or death.

Not really. Anyway, I’m Ramya. Hi.