Friday' joke...

Subject: Re: Love letter Indian ishtyle.......

Subject: A letter from Sardars mom to his son...Pyarree Gurmeete!!!! I am in
the well here and hoping you are in the same well there. I'm writing this
letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast. We don't live where we
did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents
happen 20 miles from home, so we moved 20 miles. I won't be able to send you
the address as the last Sardar who stayedHere took the house number with
them for their new house, so they wouldn't have to change their address.
Hopefully by next week we will be able to bring our earlier Address Plate
here, so that our address will remain the same too. The weather here isn't
too bad. It rained only twice last week. The first time it rained for 3 days
and second time for 4 days. Regarding the coat you wanted me to send you.
Your Aunt said it Would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with all
the metal buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket. Your
uncle, Jeetendre, fell into the well yesterday; some men Tried to pull him
out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. Your best friend,
Balwinder, is no more. He died trying to fulfill His father's last wish. His
father had wished to be buried in the sea After he died. And your friend
died in the process of digging a grave for His father. There isn't much
[more] news this time. Nothing much has happened. Love Mummeejee PS:
Puttarr, I was going to send you some money, but by the time I realised, I
had already sealed off this letter.