Stories emerge like a season. They rise and move among us, mostly in cold silence. The very last glimpse of the last act is tempting. It stirs one up to look at it and also beyond it repeatedly. So this one trips around Krishna Vidyarthi, the writer of forbidden tales and his ramblings about his dearest friend who is consumed within overlapping layers of sexuality. But then is this a mere psychological misadventure of a storyteller or an elaborate critique of a society conscious of an emerging sexual individualism? ‘Kathakaar’ moves through unexpected bylanes of human understanding revealing newfound spaces in the mindscape of both its narrator and its audience.