Based on Lies

In the most laid-back city in India, a monster hides in plain sight.A husbandA loverA murdererA torturerIf his diary is to be believed, Anurag is all of these things and worse. The crimes are confessed in loving detail: murders nobody reported, a café where inconvenient bodies disappear, a lover who forgave him everything, one finger at a time.There is only one problem. None of it checks out. The people don't exist. The places aren't there. And in its pages, the sky is never quite the right color.Everything about Anurag's story is Based on Lies.Now the diary sits in the hands of a failed therapist who has waited seven months for a client, and who needs this one too badly to stop reading. If the diary is madness, his patient needs him. If it is a confession, it belongs with the police. Either way, one question should have been asked sooner: of all the doctors in Calcutta, why this one?Every word is a lie. Every lie is based on something.