Mumbai ka Monsoon
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It was pouring down heavily in Colaba,
and standing in front of a big puddle outside a pub was an old Parsi Uncle,
drenched, holding a stick, with a piece of string dangling in the water. đŖ
A passer-by, Anand stopped and asked,
"What are you doing, uncle?"
"Fishing", replied the old man.
Feeling sorry for the old man, Anand invited him to have a drink with him.
In the warmth of the pub, as they sipped their whiskies,
Anand enquired: "Uncle, so how many have you caught today?"
"You're the fifth", said the old Parsi Uncle.