It's past 3:00 am. I'm sitting in office. They tell me this is normal. At least once in a while.

The ability to string together words into meaningful sentences has deserted me. All delectable word-play is beyond me.

My office is a launda-fest. Leave us to our devices and we manage to rib each other, rip each other and rub each other, all within a span of a standard workday. That the workday lasts from anywhere between 14 to 20 hours is inconsequential.

Today, we've discussed Jinnaat, religion, Nazimabad, relationships, girls from Home Economics College and our respective sex lives.

It's been a fruitful day.