This is a killer staff narrated to me by a friend of mine who resides in Bangalore....Real Identities not disclosed for obvious reasons... Lets Call the Guy Ram (a stereotype Indian Name) and the girl Radha (No offense to anyone of the same name)...
Ram's Mom came to visit him for dinner...who lives with a girl roommate Radha... During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how pretty Ram's roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Ram and his roommate than met the eye.....
Reading his mom' s thoughts, Ram volunteered," I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Radha and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Radha came to Ram saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver chutney (Spicy Paste) jar. You don't suppose she took it, do you? "
"Well, I doubt it, but I 'll email her, just to be sure " So he sat down and wrote: Dear Mother, I 'm not saying that you did take the chutney jar from my house, I'm not saying that you did not take the chutney jar. But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love, Ram.
Several days later, Ram received an email from his Mother which read: Dear Son, I 'm not saying that you do sleep with Radha, and I'm not saying that you do not sleep with Radha. But the fact remains that if she were sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the chutney jar by now.
Love, Mum.
Ram's Mom came to visit him for dinner...who lives with a girl roommate Radha... During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how pretty Ram's roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Ram and his roommate than met the eye.....
Reading his mom' s thoughts, Ram volunteered," I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Radha and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Radha came to Ram saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver chutney (Spicy Paste) jar. You don't suppose she took it, do you? "
"Well, I doubt it, but I 'll email her, just to be sure " So he sat down and wrote: Dear Mother, I 'm not saying that you did take the chutney jar from my house, I'm not saying that you did not take the chutney jar. But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love, Ram.
Several days later, Ram received an email from his Mother which read: Dear Son, I 'm not saying that you do sleep with Radha, and I'm not saying that you do not sleep with Radha. But the fact remains that if she were sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the chutney jar by now.
Love, Mum.
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