Because The World Needs More Rubbish Literature

It is that time of the year again when Sana and Arjun do the deed. By deed they do not imply any sexual or real estate things. What they mean, is just plain ... garbage. You are priviliged to not know them, and useless if you do not understand that everything that they say makes all the sense in the world, and no sense at all, at the same time. Confused? So are they.

These are the conversations of madness.