Mom comes to visit her son Kumar who lives with a roommate named Sunita.

During the course of the meal his mother couldn’t help but notice how close Kumar and Sunita were. She had long harboured suspicions of a relationship between the two and this had only made her more curious.  Over the course of the evening she wonders if there’s more between Kumar and Sunita than meets the eye.

Reading his mom’s thoughts Kumar volunteered “I know what you must be thinking but I assure you, Sunita and I are just roommates”.

About a week later Sunita came to Kumar saying “Ever since your mother came to dinner I’ve been unable to find the silver chutney jar.  You don’t suppose she took it, do you?”

“Well” said Kumar, “I doubt it but I’’ll email her just to be sure”.  So he emailed Mom:

Dear Mother,

I’m not saying that you did take the chutney jar from my house, I’m not saying that you didn’t take the chutney jar.  But the fact remains that it’s gone missing ever since you were here for dinner.

Love,

Kumar

Several days later Kumar’s Mother responded:

My dear Kumar,

I’m not saying that you do sleep with Sunita and I’m not saying that you don’t sleep with Sunita.  But the fact remains that if she were sleeping in her OWN bed she’d have found the chutney jar by now.

Love,

Mom.