A mother and son were doing dishes while the father and daughter were watching TV in the living room.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash of breaking plates, then complete silence.
The daughter turned to look at her father.
Daughter: It''s mummy!
Father: How do you know?
Daughter: She didn''t say anything ;->
MATHAMETICAL POEM.Hum to na 3 me hain na 13 me,Hum se Q 5,7 karte ho,9,2,11 kar k hum ko,Chup k oron se bat karte ho,302 lage gi tum ko,Qatl ki wardat karte ho,420 hai vo jis k liy,Zulf lehra k rat karte ho..!
Ahmad Faraz Ki Ghazlen Thi Bohot Aala,
Zara Ghor Farmaiye Ga,
Ahmad Faraz Ki Ghazlen Thi Bohot Aala;
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Par Kya Faida Jab PAPPU CAN''T DANCE SALA.
