Inner Voice: Hey! Unable to sleep?
Me: Yeah. Care to tell me the reason?
Inner Voice: But how would I know?
Me: You would if you for once stopped asking and started answering.
Inner Voice: Hmmm. Sounds interesting. You’ve got an invester pitch?
Me: Yeah.
Inner Voice: Are you prepared?
Me: What do you think?
Inner Voice: I think you’d sweat reading the pitch of tomorrow.
Me: Because it’s so fucking hot!
Inner Voice: No, I meant that the questions would be tougher than what you expect.
Me: If you were a little optimistic, I would’ve scaled greater heights and would’ve upgraded to a more motivational and inspirational inner voice. Can’t believe that I am stuck with you.
Inner Voice: Forever? Forever.
Me: I’ll punch you in the gut if you mock John Green!
Inner Voice: Try taking a shot at me, please. *smirks*
Me: You’re such a piss off!
Inner Voice: What’s the profit for one year if offline is not implemented?
Me: Is that even there in the pitch?
Inner Voice: Guess who’s failing tomorrow!
Me: Bitch! Will you just let me sleep?
Inner Voice: Have you read that article? The one which states that too much brain activity keeps you awake and you’re likely to face trouble trying to fall asleep?
Me: What balls! It is just because I have taken a considerably long nap in the afternoon, okay? Not because you’ve been active and shit.
Inner Voice: Try being appreciative once.
Me: Fine, great job. Let me sleep now.
Inner Voice: Fine whatever. *5 Minutes Later*
Me: Hey! For God’s sake stop imagining me going on a date with that girl from the cafe I made eye contact with.
Inner Voice: You think I am so jobless? That’s not me.
Me: Then who is it?
Inner Voice: It’s called ‘Imagination’ genius! Not my department.
Me: I thought all of you..
Imagination: I’ve heard you’re unable to write. Want help ah?
Me: Aye, I am unable to sleep!
Inner Voice: I’ve told you. We’re not the same.
Imagination: Shut up da Inner Voice, you forget dosti ah? Remember how we helped this fellow propose that girl?
Me: Which girl? Wtf!
Inner Voice: It’s okay; you sleep.
Imagination: Yeah, Goodnight.
