Folks, one more time, am going against my policy of not putting up forwards in my blog. But I just came across this one, and I spent a good half hour shaking in suppressed mirth (was reading it from office) and I couldn't resist the idea of cheering you good people too. This is a letter written by an Indian mother to her son residing abroad.... happy reading and happy laughing!


My dear son,

Am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well there. I'm writing this letter slowly 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 Indian who lived here took the house numbers with them for their new house so they would not have to change their address.
Hopefully by next week, we will be able to take our earlier address plate here and that our address will remain the same too.

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the toilet. 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 only rained 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 in the mail with 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 grass at the cemetery.

By the way I took Bahu to our club's poolside. The mmanager is badmash. He told her that two piece swimming suit is not allowed in his club. We were confused as to which piece we should remove?

Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a girl or boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle.

Your Uncle fell in 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 3 days.

Your best friend 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. Wanted to write longer, but the envelope is already sealed.

Live long.
Your dear mother.