In this play The texts are like the fragments of a broken mirror. At one time, the object existed in perfect condition. It reflected the sky, the world, and the human soul. And there was – no one knows when or why – the explosion. The remaining pieces are undoubtedly part of the original substance. And it is within this adherence to the original substance that their unity resides, their perfume, their atmospheric identity. The play is grotesque in nature & makes an attempt to move between the real and metaphorical decomposition of the being.