The ancient wisdom of the Indian Vedas tells that the goddess Maya, after creating the world, enveloped it in a veil to prevent men from accessing the true nature of reality. Maya is therefore the veil of illusion that obscures men’s vision and hides, or at least alters, the perception of the world in which we live. In India, you only need to walk through the streets and stop to observe what is happening to get the distinct feeling that everything seems to take place on an imaginary, unreal or even grotesque plane, to the point of wondering whether what is happening before your eyes is not really the result of an illusion. And the illusion is everywhere! It is in the incredible tricks of the fakirs, in the potholed roads, in the obsessive sounds of car horns, as well as in the men sleeping at street corners, in the mothers begging for milk for their children, in the stray dogs wandering aimlessly, in the old people with their hands constantly outstretched for a few coins, in the festering stumps of lepers.