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Hating to join the men..!

I’m sure you’ve seen this happening as much as I have: You and your wife have finished an evening in a friend’s place, have had dinner, spent time on long conversations, covering many topics, and then it’s time to go. You and spouse walk to the doorstep, you say goodbye to the man of the house, and then when you’ve taken a few steps out realize your wife and his haven’t finished what you think are their goodbyes.
You wonder, and as you watch your friend, you realize he’s also wondering, how a simple goodbye can stretch so long. You both come closer to the scene of the extended goodbyes, and to both your astonishments expressed as you gaze at each other, understand they are not saying goodbye. They are actually conversing on an entirely new topic, a topic that could have easily been handled during dinner, before dinner or even after, but the doorstep is the one and only place which inspired them to start their new dialogue.
“It’s called the ‘hating to part’ syndrome,” said a psychologist looking at me wisely. “It sounds like a syndrome where they are just making conversation so they don’t have to say goodbye?” I asked a little incredulously. “Absolutely!” said the mind doctor, “It’s not just hating to part, but hating to part to go home with you?” “Why?” I whispered looking crestfallen, “What wrong have I done?”
“Not just you, but all mankind,” said the lady psychologist giving me a sad lopsided accusing look, “You see they know once they leave each other, it’s back to the monologue they will have with their men, with you talking back with just a monosyllabic rejoinder, sometimes to over a paragraph and sometimes pages of lines they have spoken!”
“That’s because men are so busy,” I said unhappily. “Yes, of course,” said the doctor, a little too sharply “Cricket matches on TV!” “What if I miss a catch!” I said, “Once she was speaking when there was a crucial run out!” “WhatsApp messages!” “She talks just when a friend sends a joke on my morning walkers group, and I want to send the first repartee!”
“Going through Facebook!” “I just got a friend request after two months, and she wanted to chat!” I said. I watched the two women talking with each other and then watched as they glanced at us their husbands, unaware we were there and continued with a new topic or was it the second episode of the first topic or a new chapter of an old event, it didn’t matter. We stood, we watched. I, my watch, and my friend the door of his house as the mosquitoes came in and the ladies continued their conversation, oblivious to everything but their need not to join us..!