Santa and his wife used to write in their personal diaries every day.
One day, his wife wrote the following in her diary “He is not in mood today…..has remained silent and brooding…..doesn’t respond to my questions. May be he is tired of me. Worst still, if there is another woman in his life. Oh my God, I tried to get closer to him in bed……but he turned away. What am I to do? What will happen to me? Whom should I confide into?” Sobbing, she kept awake all night.
Santa wrote in his diary: “India lost today……damn it - not in mood for anything.” And he started snoring.
One day, his wife wrote the following in her diary “He is not in mood today…..has remained silent and brooding…..doesn’t respond to my questions. May be he is tired of me. Worst still, if there is another woman in his life. Oh my God, I tried to get closer to him in bed……but he turned away. What am I to do? What will happen to me? Whom should I confide into?” Sobbing, she kept awake all night.
Santa wrote in his diary: “India lost today……damn it - not in mood for anything.” And he started snoring.
