Women's day - II

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So why are women better than men?

In no particular order:

-         they can identify between magenta & mauve
-         they can remember when you last left the bath room light burning 5 years ago
-         they can shop for hours to buy a hair clip and yet feel delighted by it
-         they can harasses countless shopkeepers to empty all the racks and yet walk away empty handed without any guilt
-         they will remember if you have forgotten to take your pills but will forget their break fast
-         they will ensure that food at home tastes infinitely better because they will add a magic ingredient called love
-         they will trust their lives to every unknown bus driver but will ensure that you will be driven even if you have the wheel
-         they will set their mind on one thing, they may search the entire mall yet they will come back to the first thing,

Since women’s day is on hand, I will pause with this list to minimize collateral damage, however you the reader can add more in the comments section.


Comments

  1. Unknown5:59 pm

    Every point listed here is so true.

    Magenta and mauve ARE different. But my favorite is lavender. :)

    And yes, we can shop for hours and leave the shop without buying even a hanky or we demand them to empty the entire rack and choose the one we liked first.

    Cheers to this post which beautifully brings out the endearing qualities of women. :)

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  2. S. Susan Deborah6:17 pm

    Clement, I now perfectly understand your mom and Divia. Unwittingly you have you have narrated all their qualities.

    To be the Devil's advocate: Some of the points you have listed are quite cliched and slot women into some defined roles.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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  3. Vadapoche7:28 pm

    @Sowmya Swaminathan: thank you : )

    @Susan Deborah: Some mum, some Divia, some from other influences, intentional usage, not sure about cliches just reporting from past experiences

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