This is a letter from a Sardarjee's mother to her son.
>Pyaarey puttar,
>Vahe Guru.
>I'm writing this letter slow, because I know you cannot read fast. We
don't
>live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the paper that
most
>accidents happen 20 miles from your home, so we moved. I won't be
able
to
>send you the address as the last Sardar who stayed here took the
house
>numbers with them for their next house, so they wouldn't have to
change
>their address.
>This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated
right
>above the commode. 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 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's a girl or a boy, so I don't now whether you are an Aunt or
Uncle.
Your
>uncle, Jatinder fell in a 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, Balwinder, is no more. He died
trying to
>fulfil 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 sat shree akal.
>Mom.
>P. S : I was going to send you some money but the envelope was
already
>sealed.

Hope u enjoyed and laughed to ur nerves..
nitts