Abhay and Ashok were sitting at a bus stop.
“Hey Abhay why are you so disquieted today, you are always so full of life and in a jolly mood. You handsome old fellow, you have a satisfactory past and well settled future. Kids are abroad. Sorry to say but ‘Nagger wife died last year’. Then why sad face?”
Abhay sighed “You remember our yesterday’s talk you were irritated, as I was shouting over your ears about my favourite colour?”
A beautiful lady wearing a dark maroon dress in her mid 50, passes these two friends.
“Yippee!!” shouts Abhay “She loves me”