With a cup of hot steaming tea in one hand and a pencil in another, you sit on the couch with folded legs and newspaper on your lap. In a desperate attempt to solve the Sudoku puzzle, you block out all my words. You repudiate my words. It hurts. You expect me to stay silent and spectate all the nonsense put up by you whereas, you have that liberty, or rather, the "choice" of not listening to my words? This is injustice. Even though you have that authority, its just not fair.
FINE. Don't listen. But at least stop giving me those death glares. I never said anything vulgar or never insulted you in anyway, at least not today. But still you have to do this to me. All i can say is, consider yourself lucky that I am willing to hold up my patience and tolerate your crap, or else the neighborhood would have witnessed a World War 3 today.
