As Indian men are known for a great helper to a wife, mother, girlfriend, sister. As we prefer to call it as a men cook. To be honest we would love to cook different dishes and that’s not enough. After cooking we’d love to clean kitchen. Removing dirt from dishes is the favorite part Indian men like after cooking.
(Request to repeat these steps to all my brother Bhakts, who shouts Swatch Bharat in India -Bhakt No.1)
First Paragraph Of This Article Strongle Written To Give A Voice To Male Perspective In Blogging World. Don’t Try To Compare This With Your Husband, boyfriend, Son or Brother. There Might Be Some Assholes living In Indian. We Can’t Denie That. And A Hope That My Mom or Future Wife Will Never Read This Post.
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White cushion, white bad, white wall paint, white tiles, white furniture everything around me was white. I didn’t know how I had been here, the last thing I remembered was my fight with my girl friend Jigisha at Crystal Mall. I smelled fragrance of lotus perfume from outside, (as my nose is better than any dog), some girl came in my room from white door, she wore white coat, white jeans, her red eyes extremely fairer complexion, 6 feet height and perfect figure defined by Newton’s law of attraction, in one word she was a Menka the Apsara and I wasn’t Vishvamitra because I looked like an alien, crimp face and longest hair in my head had 1 centimeter length.
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