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LETTER FROM SARDARJI'S MOM :
Vahe Guru . . .
Dear Son, I am in a well here, and hoping you are in a similar well there. I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast.
Now a days we don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in a book on statistics, that most accidents occur 20 miles from home, so we moved 20 miles. I won't be able to send you the address just now, as the last occupant, a distant relative of ours who stayed here, took the house number plate with him to stick it to his new house, so that he would not have to change his address. Hopefully, we will be able to bring our earlier address plate here by next week, so that our address will remain same too.
This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the commode. I am not sure whether it works properly. Last week I put in a rumal and pulled the chain to test the quality of the wash, but I haven't seen the rumal 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 by parcel with all the metal buttons, so I have cut them off and put them in the pocket of the coat.
Your father has another job. He has 523 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 an Uncle now.
Now some bad news. Remember Sunny, your friend? His 98 year old grandpa fell in the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him out, but, surprisingly, at this age, he fought all of them off bravely, and drowned.
Your best friend, Mohan, is no more in this world. He died trying to fulfill his father's last wish. His father had wished to be buried in the sea after he died. 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.
Your Mummy.
P.S.: Beta (Son) , I was going to send you some money, but, by the time I realized, I had already sealed off this letter in the envelope.
LETTER FROM SARDARJI'S MOM :
Vahe Guru . . .
Dear Son, I am in a well here, and hoping you are in a similar well there. I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast.
Now a days we don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in a book on statistics, that most accidents occur 20 miles from home, so we moved 20 miles. I won't be able to send you the address just now, as the last occupant, a distant relative of ours who stayed here, took the house number plate with him to stick it to his new house, so that he would not have to change his address. Hopefully, we will be able to bring our earlier address plate here by next week, so that our address will remain same too.
This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the commode. I am not sure whether it works properly. Last week I put in a rumal and pulled the chain to test the quality of the wash, but I haven't seen the rumal 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 by parcel with all the metal buttons, so I have cut them off and put them in the pocket of the coat.
Your father has another job. He has 523 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 an Uncle now.
Now some bad news. Remember Sunny, your friend? His 98 year old grandpa fell in the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him out, but, surprisingly, at this age, he fought all of them off bravely, and drowned.
Your best friend, Mohan, is no more in this world. He died trying to fulfill his father's last wish. His father had wished to be buried in the sea after he died. 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.
Your Mummy.
P.S.: Beta (Son) , I was going to send you some money, but, by the time I realized, I had already sealed off this letter in the envelope.