Young lady: "I want a small revolver for my husband."
Shopkeeper: "Yes, madam. Did your husband give any indication of the make he prefers?"
Young lady: "He, didn't. He doesn't know that I'm going to shoot him."
پھر یوں ہوا کے درد مجھے راس آ گیا
Yahi Dastoor-E-ulfat Hai,Nammi Ankhon,
Mein Le Kar Bhi,
Sabhi Se Kehna Parta Hai,K Mera Haal,