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Men are from mars!

I: Baby you cannot just call up after six months of silence and ask me to buy you your grocery. It muddles up my mind. I need some continuity. You need to make me feel that I am a lot more than your errand boy!

She: Will you come with me or not?

I: Who said I am not coming? Don't I have the f#=king right to crib?
She: And would you stay back later? I can make chow...soft fried, just like you love. I have the dark soya sauce too and I know...no ajinomoto. And I have this new rotimatic that I need you to see. It is such a beauty, you will freak out!

I: Sorry babe, I need to be somewhere by 8. Maybe another time?

She: Sure, See you at the store then.

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  1. This was interesting Rajesh, it's very true that men and women do not think the say way:)

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