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 Vishaad's diary. Sonal nosed in with curiosity.

"You remember Vishaad, my college mate I was talking about?" I asked, and she nodded affirmatively.

I explained to her everything that happened after we came back in the past eight to ten days.

"Is it real or a fairytale?"

"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.

Crossed arms with her and we both started to read - resuming from where I had stopped last night.