Siddharth is not in crisis. Not exactly. He has a decent life, a functional past, and a future that looks acceptable on most charts. But something’s off. Something invisible, structural—like a ceiling you didn’t know was lowering until your spine begins to ache.
So he leaves.
Not for answers. Just to make sure they still exist.
His path crosses with Bodhak—a man of poise and paradox. Calm in the chaos, precise in the absurd. A teacher with no doctrine, a prophet who makes no promises. As Siddharth is pulled into Bodhak’s orbit, he begins to see the world not as it is, but as it has been carefully constructed to appear.
Is Bodhak a mystic? A manipulator? A mirror?
Told through quiet rebellions and sharp awakenings, The Unwritten Doctrine is a novel about the illusions we inherit, the truths we fear, and the gentle art of unlearning. It doesn’t hand you answers—just the unsettling realization that you may not have been asking the right questions.