Par woh meri mummy ki acchi dost thi . Ek baar unki beti ne eq dance competition mei part liya.Mummy ne unse uski performance ki video whatsapp karne ...ko kha. Par us time mummy ka phone kharab tha isliye mummy ne mera number unhe de diya ..Us din ke baad woh mujhe roz whatsapp karne lagi hamesha subha koi na koi joke bheja karti thi par ek din unhonne mujhe ek joke bheja jo tha “Ek baar ek sardar aur sardarni train me safar kar rahe theSardarni:suno ji koi mere bra mei hath daal rha hai.Sardar:. Everybody knew that there was something quite extraordinary out there in deep space and few believed the official line that it was a natural phenomenon best left to scientific research. Few believed that, whatever it might be, the Anomaly would turn out to be just like the other strange phenomena in human history for which there had always been a perfectly reasonable and quite boring explanation. It was an alien unknown presence that might even be associated with the weird and often. I hadn't noticed until he began pouring our drinks that he was missing an arm from the elbow down. The fact that he was missing an arm didn't really bother me, only the fact that he had failed to mention it and that his picture had been taken in such a way that you could not tell the arm was missing. In my book that's deceptive and I wondered what else he might be deceptive about. As we shared a few drinks together, he told me of the childhood accident that had caused him to lose his arm.. I stared at him with a wide smile on my face. “Um, yeah, that’d be great.”As if on cue a young waiter appeared carrying a tray and placed it on the table in front of us.“Your coffee, sir.”Tom looked at him. “We haven’t met before, have we? What’s your name?”“It’s Michael, sir.”“Well Michael, please call me Mr Stevenson. You don’t need to be so formal with us.” Tom glanced over in my direction and Michael’s eyes followed. Michael quickly looked back at Tom.“Yes, s... er, Mr Steveson,” he said.