Maybe the weirdest fantasy novel I ever read. I'm still not sure, what it wanted to tell me. Maybe part of the difficulties where cultural: I'm not very familar with South Asia and its history - and so its plausible, I missed some hints. But over all, I had difficulties following the story - and even understanding the described world. - There was a theocratic, fundamentalist state with a Kafkaesk punishment system, something about parallel universes, a plague with quarantine measures, that reminded on Corona, and something about being chosen - or not. There were aspects, I really liked: the support-group for un-chosen, the endless prison, the unplugged ringing telephone, ... but it did not fit together, I lost the thread and somehow also the interest.