In last two years, I have written more on dead bleached trees than minute reusable pixels. As I preferred the company of moon I soon discovered, it was much comfortable falling asleep on notebooks than keyboards. During this period, I visited Bangalore often and stayed there for long stretches. At one such visit, I was working on a concept for a book on creative mutations. An analysis on the effect these metaphorical genes, twenty-three in the count, will exhibit how they express themselves.