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.
larki khoobsurat kutte k sath ja rahi thi
k Larke ne dekh ker kaha aap dono behn bhai hain
larki-// ap ko hm dono main se kon pasand hai
Larka-// yaqeenan tm
larki-// to phir is k liye apni behn le aao
hamare yahan watta satta chalta hai...=P;->:-P
