Santa phoned his wife: I am not coming home. The stearing, dash board, gears of car have been stolen. After sometime he calls again: I am coming, earlier I sat on the back seat
"Darling," said Banta to his new bride, Preeto, "Now that we are married, do you think you will be able to live on my small income?" "Of course, dearest, no trouble," she replied. "But what will you live on?"
Sante ne apne nave jame bache nu goddi ch chukiya. Thodi der bad bache ne Susu kar ta. Santa nurse nu bolia: Bibi eh piece leek karda hai badal ke leya. . .
