Webmaster: Come in Santa ji, Good Morning, I can hardly control my amazement at the shrivelling of the flower and unfolding of the hand.Santa: Eh man. Don’t you realise that it’s sweltering hot outside. First give me a glass of cold water, preferably a glass of ‘lassi’ and allow me to settle down, and then I will listen to your stupid anecdotes.Webmaster: Forgive me, my master. Here are you with your glass of water, for lassi- wait for poly pack of Verka.Santa: (Emptying the tumbler in a single gulp); Ah! I feel much better now. Now share your unhappy experiences with me. Oh! Yes, [more]