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.
Sardar: Pata he hmary gaoon me itni sardi parti he k bhensain jama hua dodh deti hen
Pathan: hmary gaon me is se b ziada sardi parti he.
Ek dafa me rat ko so raha tha k meri ankh khuli me ne apni charpai k nechy dekha wahan ek ajeeb c chez thi me ne usy aag py gram kya to awaz ai..
