The word had passed around that Mulla Nasrudin’s wife had left him. While the news was still fresh, an old friend ran into him.
”I have just heard the bad news that your wife has left you,” said the old friend. ”I suppose you go home every night now and drown your sorrow in drink?”
”No, I have found that to be impossible,” said the Mulla.
”Why is that?” asked his friend ”No drink?”
”NO,” said Nasrudin, ”NO SORROW.”