A letter from an Indian mother to her son

My dear Jagjit,

I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well there.
I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast.
We don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we moved 20miles.
I won't be able to send the address as the last Sardar who stayed here took the house numbers with them for their new house so they would not have to change their address. Hopefully by next week we will be able to take our earlier address plate here, and that our address will remain same too.
This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the toilet I'm not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3 shirts, pulled the chain and haven't seen them since.
The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. The First time it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days.
The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket.
Your father has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery.
By the way I took Bahu to our club's poolside. The manager is Badmash. He told her that two piece swimming suit is not allowed in his club. We were confused as to which piece should we remove?
Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a girl or a boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle.
Your uncle, Jetinder fell in the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.
Your best friend, Balwinder, is no more. He died trying to fulfill his father's last wishes. His father had wished to be buried in the sea after he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging a grave for his father.
There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.
Love - Mom.
P.S. Jagjit, I was going to send you some money but by the time I realized, I had already sealed off this letter

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Oh, God what a misery letter

It's better not to send such one, and for her son,,,, she must be kiddin'


So, it seems you're funny, ain't ya?:124:

Cool dear Aseel, thanks for sharing it

Cool ................. Poor boy !!! I think having such a mom is a burden in itself. Thank you for the funny psot. May Allah bless you , dear sister.

Meant to be

Thanx for passing by

Regarding your question

well, I like to have fun >>> as much as you do >>> hahaha

T. Sultan

I do agree with you

God help him for having such a mother >>>>> haha


Best of luck for both of you

What a poor guy

Lovely dear Aseel

Couldn't help laughing

Enigma

Thanks for passing by

Something I'm qiet sure of, it's not as lovely as you

It's really funny ...

Thanks God that our moms aren't Indians .... hhhhhhhhh


Thankyou honey for sharing it with us ....

Thanks God that our moms aren't Indians .... hhhhhhhhh

J.J

I couldn't help laughing when I read this one

hahaha

Thanks sweety for passing by

FUNNNY

FUNNNY

HAHAHA

Thanx

Dear Salsa

You're most welcome, sister