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.
Teacher To Pathan: ßeta Q ROo Rahe Ho Pathan: §ir §chool Ki ßell Toot Gai Hy Teacher: Tou Is Main ROone Ki Kya ßaat Hy Pathan: Ab Humari Çhotti Kaise Hogi
