Neurotic | Radha

Somewhere between a forest kavu and an abandoned recording studio,
Ashradhālu has done it again.

He has kidnapped Carl Jung.
(Yes. Not Freud. We have standards.)

Sayip Tiger sighs deeply.

“For God’s sake… why are you bringing these people into here?”

Jung wakes up—disoriented, glasses crooked, archetypes leaking from his pockets.
Before he can ask where he is, he hears Radha singing.

He freezes.

Utterly fascinated.
Eyes wide.
Notebook instinctively appears in his hand.

Radha, meanwhile, is singing—
completely unaware
that a Swiss psychologist is having a spiritual meltdown behind a banana tree.

Sayip Tiger rubs his forehead.

“Now how do I explain this to Krishna…
Radha singing without any awareness,
and a psychologist reaching enlightenment?”

Ashradhālu, bored, lines up different hammers.

BONK.

Jung blurts out:

“ANIMA PROJECTION!”

BONK.

“COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS!”

BONK.

“EROS AS TRANSCENDENT DRIVE!”

Radha sings on.
Unbothered.
Unaware.
Perfectly Radha.

Ashradhālu switches hammers.

BONK.

“THE BELOVED AS THE SELF!”

Sayip Tiger yells:

“Stop hitting him, he’s making sense now!”

Jung collapses, smiling.

Radha finishes a phrase.
The universe briefly aligns.
No one understands why.

Sayip Tiger turns to you, the listener, and shrugs.

“Anyway… enjoy the song.”
“We’ll take care of this mess.”

🎶 [Song Begins] 🎶
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