One day Mulla Nasruddin lost his donkey and he was crying and grieving for the poor donkey.
Some one tried to console mulla “You may have lost your donkey, Nasruddin, but you don’t have to grieve over it more than you did about the death of your first wife”.
Ah, but if you remember, when my wife died, then all the villagers said: We’ll find you someone else. So far, nobody has offered to replace my donkey.” repiled mulla
