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.
Kid: Ammi aaj abbu ne bus main mujhse kaha k Aunty ko bethne k liye jaga de do.
Mom: Phir tumne jaga di?
Kid: No.
Mom: Q?
Kid: Main to khud abbu ki goad main betha tha.
