I need something from my bag which is on the floor closer to my friend. I ask him to pick it up and pass it on to me which he does, but not before finding a notebook in my bag. The said notebook is a small 5 subject notebook that I have and had used to scribble or just put down thoughts before I lose track of what I was thinking. So many things were scribbled on it that I have lost track! So the moment he laid his hands on it he flipped it, not with any specific intention. This simple action was a cause of much contemplation in my head! What have I written? What did he read? What embarrassing things have I written in it? I'm done!! Such was the series of bugs that got activated in the brain in a nanosecond. My hands flew across to snatch the notebook off his hands and safely in mine. Phew!! But!! the curiosity always kills the cat! He then wanted to know the contents. A small tug of war ensued and the notebook was back in his hands. Facepalm!! Damn you!! The head again kicks of...