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At some distance, the trees were swaying in the breeze along the lawn. The air was chilly. Flowers, plants and trees were visible. Suddenly a rickshaw came to a stop on the porch and an elderly woman got out of it and headed straight for me. I stood up when I saw her coming. At first glance, the woman's features looked like a stranger. When I looked carefully, I saw something familiar. Many years ago, the lady in front of my house in Islamabad used to live in front of me. She looked like a queen in a big dress with a big pomp. I recognized her at once. At first I didn't recognize him because he looked so different. Oh, Auntie John, come on, I pointed to the chair and sat her down and looked at her withered face and dirty clothes and asked. Auntie! I have been looking at you for a long time. Looks like you're sick. She looked at me with pleading eyes as if she was looking for your house with great difficulty. As you know, after my husband's death, I punished m...