Sardar joke

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

My dear Lotta,
I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well there. I'm writingthis letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast. We don't livewhere we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper thatmost accidents happen within 20 miles from home, so we moved 25 milesaway and are safe now.

I won't be able to send the address as the last Sardar who stayedhere took the house numbers with him for his new house so he would nothave to change his address. Hopefully by next week we will be able totake our earlier address plate here, and that our address will remainsame too.
This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated rightabove the toilet I'm not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3shirts, pulled the chain and haven't seen them since.
The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. Thefirst 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 alittle too heavy to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so wecut them off and put them in the pocket.
Your father has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting thegrass at the cemetery.
Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is agirl 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 pullhim out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him andhe burned for three days.
Your best friend, Genda Singh, is no more. He died trying to fulfill hisfather's last wishes. His father had wished to be buried in the seaafter he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging agrave 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 Irealized, I had already posted off this letter.