"Do you know what irony is?" she asked me as she barged into my room. I was inside, reading.
I considered her abrupt question. Apparently without expecting any reply, she continued, "Irony is when nobody bats an eye when guys drink their heads out, but when they see a girl drinking, hell breaks out."
"Hold on, are you telling me that you drink?"
"I don't think it is something to be proud of."
"Hey don't judge me."
"Yes You did. I can see it in your eyes."
"Well I did not mean to. That would have been instinctive. But that had nothing to do with your gender. Drinking is bad for health. It's as simple as that."
She did not seem to listen to reason then. Perhaps she thought I was just being another male chauvinist. An awkward silence followed.
"Do you know what irony is?" This time I posed the question. And as before, I continued without expecting a reply, "Irony is when we frown upon judging, but we celebrate that character whose deductions were mostly the result of judging people."
By now, she had stormed out of the room, almost as abruptly as she had entered. It was my turn to pacify her. I kept aside 'The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes' that I had been reading on the table, and went after her.