By T. V. Antony Raj

The drunkard’s wife was ever trying to find devious ways to cure him of his evil habit.

One day, as usual, the husband came home drunk and fell on the floor. The wife after transforming herself into a ghost by dusting her face with ash and powdered charcoal went into the hall and shook her husband who was in a drunken stupor.

“Whoosh that?” grumbled the drunkard.

“I am the devil,” the wife answered in a resonating funereal tone.

The husband blinked at her and said, “How are you, dear sister-in-law? You are more beautiful than my wife!”