once a king ask hisunshi k uski beti k leye larka dhondo
munshi ne beti ki omer pochi..
king:18
munshi:agar 18 saal ka na mila tu 9-9 saal k do le ao..
A man was crying over a grave and repeating,
Why did you have to die?
Another man approached him and said,
Sir, I dont wish to interfere with your private grief
but for whom do you mourn so deeply?
Your child?
Your parent?
The mourner took a moment to collect himself,
then replied,
My wifes first husband.
