Thank God! I am NOT Civilized!! : Satirical perceptions of a common man about life in Modern India.

Both Sonal and I were not getting sleep because of the new location. I took out vishaads diary. Sonal nosed in with curiosity. ≪ br/> you remember vishaad My college mate I was talking about? I asked and she nodded affirmative. ≪ br/> I explained to her everything that happened after we came back in the past eight to ten days. ≪ br/> is it real or a fairy-tale?I am not sure myself. Still certain questions remain unanswered. Hope things will unwind soon. But there is surely something weird. I am very eager to know I said. As I opened the Diary to read she too leaned on My shoulder and gave me company. I felt good. ≪ br/> crossed arms with her and we both started to read - resuming from where I had stopped last night.