The rain fell in crooked sheets over the old Kodaikanal bungalow, a relic from the Raj that the locals avoided after dusk. Arjun, a film editor with a dwindling bank account and a taste for cheap thrills, had rented it for a month. His mission: to edit a low-budget horror film. His secret obsession: to find a pristine, lost print of the 1970s cult classic, Season of the Witch .
“Stop it!” Arjun shouted.
The rain started again. But it wasn’t water. It was data. Every drop a seed. Every seed a viewer. Every viewer a doorway. season of the witch isaidub