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 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
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 new this time. Nothing much has
happened.
Love
Mom
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