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.
A punjabi women in London, Telling 2 english doctor about her baby''s illnes. . . Doctor My baby is ill 1week da, Na eat da na sleep da, Bus weep da e weep da.
