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.
Husband: agr tm india me hoti to wha log zror tmhari pooja krty,
Wife:kya me husan ki devi jesi lgti hn?
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Husband:
Nhi yar,
kali mata lgti ho.. =P ;->
