I had everything ready to make paneer paranthas for dinner,
My husband walked in, saw some mess somewhere and just flared up,
My ego got enraged and I retaliated and served frozen paranthas instead,
When I witnessed our ping pong game, I packed fresh pranthas for his lunch.
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