Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise. But my Venus, the Goddess of love, my wife, runs with the hands of clock.
She remains on her hectic schedule every morning. She wouldn’t sit for a nano second until she gets control over her seat and the driving-wheel of our still-jointly-owned car. On the way to her office, she drops me on an unguarded square, near the Palace Garden. I would pleasantly depart and say 'bye'. Keeping her right hand on the steering, she, too, would wave her wrong hand at me, in a manner as if she is writing off my file for a day.Before these parting moments, there occur fighting moments.
“Would you go now in bathroom? Where is you towel, eh?” she was really in hurry one day. But I had an idea to show how I was feeling. So I told her to look at my towel. Continue reading>>>>
