He : Need a lift?

She : Did you see me asking for it?

He: You do have to be rude every time don’t you?

She: Why do you bother coming back then?

He : Has it ever occurred to you that I truly care?

She: Has it ever occurred to you that I genuinely don’t?

He: Gosh! Why do I bother?

She : How am I supposed to know?

He: How long will you stand here waiting for the bus?

She: Do I have to give you an itinerary now?

He: What if the bus does not come for a long time?

She: You think bus is my only mode of transportation?

He: Why would you want to look elsewhere when I am offering help?

She: Why would I even bother to ride pillion with the likes of you?

He: Why? What is wrong with the “likes of me”?

She: What is right with you?

He : Will you stop snubbing me like this?

She: If I did, will you stop pestering me?

He: What? When I love you so much?

She: You really think you LOVE me?

He: Why should I doubt it even for a second?

She: How do you define love?

He: Why should I reveal that in public?

She: Maybe because you are making this ruckus in a public place?

He: Offering you a lift is creating a ruckus?

She: Aggravating me is not?

He: You are going overboard now.

She: You lose! You lose! That was not a question!

He: Okay, Okay, lets see who wins tomorrow…

She: You have been losing this game for the past decade …

He: Well, I won you over…

She: Yeah, I’ll give you that, it was quiet a feat…

He: How come that was the only time you lost?

She: Who says I lost?

Uma Iyer is writer, a mother and a freelance consultant for marketing communication to several organisations. She was raised in Mumbai and currently lives in Delhi . Her retirement plan includes two dogs, many books and a shack by the sea.