LETTER FROM A SARDAR'S LOVING MOTHER  :

 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 home,so we moved 20
 miles. I won't be able to send the address as the last
 Sardar who stayed here took the house numbers with
 them for their new 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  know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle.
 Your uncle, Jatinder fell in a 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 Mom.