> A letter from a Sardar's mother to her son

*Hey Frndz!!*
*dis is realy hilarious..!!*

My dear Lotta,

I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a 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 within 20 miles from home, so we moved 25 miles
away and are safe now.

I won't be able to send the address as the last Sardar who stayed
here took the house numbers with him for his new house so he would not
have to change his address. Hopefully by next week we will be able to
take our earlier address plate here, and that our address will remain
same too.

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated
right
above the toilet I'm not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3
shirts, pulled the chain and haven't seen them
since.

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.

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 father has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting
the
grass at the cemetery.

Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is
a
girl or a boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle.

Your uncle, Beppo Singh fell in! the nearby well. Some men tried to
pull
him out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him
and
he burned for three days.

Your best friend, Genda Singh, is no more. He died trying to fulfill
his
father's last wishes. His father had wished to be buried in the sea
after he died. And your friend died while in
the process of digging a
grave for his father.

There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.

Love Mom.

P.S : Lotta, I was going to send you some money but by the time I
realized, I had already posted off this letter.

NJOY