An astonished husband returns home from office to find this CITRAM VICHITRAM at his kitchen!
Two kids are murdering each other while another tot is garrotting the cat. Last nights dirty dishes are playing bum around with a heap of dirty laundry. Saucepans are spewing soot, steam clouds are rising into the sorroundings, the floor is plastered wall to wall with crockery in smithereens while the dog overturns the litter bin.
In the middle of all this chaos his lovely wife is sitting in an easy chiar with her feet up on the dining table. She is reading a novel and dipping into a box of sinful chocolates. She says sweetly: 'I THOUGHT THE BEST WAY TO LET YOU SEE WHAT ON EARTH I DO ALL DAY, ALL DAY IS NOT TO DO IT!"
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And if Kasturba Gandhi had done it, what would the future MAHATMA HAVE DONE?
quibbled or quit?
it is an interesting independent inquiry that . . .
