An Indian milkman who is dying in the hospital is 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
building 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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