He exclaimed,
You’re a worthy opponent. A good sparring partner!
She sighed wearily,
There is more to life than verbal battles. Don’t you get tired?
He asked,
Why? Our conversations are so much fun!
She retorted,
We don’t have conversations; we have custody battles for the last word!
She won that round. But of course.
I’m sitting in a stranger’s house, on someone’s white sofa, in a room filled with quirky, colourful touches of some unknown mind’s whims. I’m listening to a band jammig. The bass guitarist is a friend. I don’t know the other three boys though I’ve met the singer once. The band…
Should gender matter in friendship? That’s a question I’ve been asking myself my whole life. After all, gender is a social set of rules (a construct as some call it). Some people follow the rules more vehemently than others. Rules exist to contain & direct human behaviour and almost always…
Nice…
…Or may be, he just lets you win!
It IS always about having the last word!! 🙂
This is the scenario most of the times.
I’m not sure if the conversation is steered this way on purpose or is it just coincidence… every single time.
all the time baby …all the time.
lol
lol….all the time baby..all the time !
Oops gal 🙂
@ Radhika: Apparantly not.
@ Apoo: Thengyu
@ Pensive Lawyer: Yup, ain’t you glad I didn’t study the law as a profession?
@ Shreyasi: 😉
Lol….i see you’re picking up on da legalese!…;)
He he!
Good one! 🙂
oh tht was bang on!!!
so wot are conversations in such relationships?
or are their any in the first place…ever???