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Dear Lower Middle Class Woman,

You are ugly. You wear cloth that is Rs 31 a meter. You have dry, parched skin. Your footwear is obnoxious and hair apalling. On the days I look at your face, I start wondering how unclean you’d be down there — making me lose interest even in women not of your ilk. Yet, I forgive you for all that.

What I cannot forgive you for is: your cheap cell phone glued to ear when you walk the dirty streets of Madras. Look up, bitch — I don’t want you dirtying vehicles with your malnourished blood.

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