*I once had a nightmare in which Shahid Afridi was a knife-wielding psychotic serial killer with a laugh that could curdle milk still in the udders of a cow. It was a fucking psychotic dream to have, I was recovering from a fever and India had managed to lose some stupid Kitply Cup to a very unorganized Pakistan team just recently. I think it must have had something to do with that. Most probably it had something to do with one of his celebrations upon taking a wicket for the Deccan Chargers in the inaugural IPL where he had that madman smile on display.
"The serene little coastal town where dream me was studying was filled with fear of the devil who had suddenly decided to let loose on their town.
