He tells me, you are superficial.
His tone is accusing.
I am supposed to squirm and feel apologetic.
I have immense urge to show him the appropriate finger, but I don’t. I make bambi eyes and threaten to cry.
He squirms and feels apologetic. He tells me that it was meant to be a joke.
Yeah, right.
I am a hypocrite. I am manipulative.
I am also a nice girl.
I contradict, therefore I am.

oruum mannum puriyala!