The Milkman's Bequest
A milkman who is dying in
the hospital surrounded by his two sons, daughter and his wife and nurse, says to his eldest son:
- To you, Shankar, I leave
the Beverly houses.
- To you, my dear daughter
Pooja, I leave the apartments in the Los Angeles Plaza.
- To you, Akash, being my
youngest son with a large future, I leave the City Center offices.
- And you, my dear wife
Punam, the three residential buildings towers in downtown.
The nurse, impressed, tells his wife: Madam, your husband is very rich. He is
bequeathing many properties! You all are so lucky!!
And the wife retorts: Rich??? Lucky??? Are you
kidding me!!!?? Those are his routes where he delivers milk !!!
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The Fortune Teller
In a dark and hazy room,
peering into a crystal ball, the Mystic delivered grave news:
"There's no easy way
to tell you this, so I'll just be blunt. Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your
husband will die a violent and horrible death this year."
Visibly shaken, Laura stared at the woman's lined face, then at the single
flickering candle, then down at her hands.
She took a few deep breaths
to compose herself - and to stop her mind racing. She simply had to know.
She met the Fortune
Teller's gaze, steadied her voice and asked, "Will I be acquitted?"
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