The sky is cloudless. Surrounding is windless and warm. It is sunny morning, an exquisite time for a romantic person. A lonely woman is cooking food for herself. Her today's items are dal, potato and rice, the Mugal's recipy for the poor. Now, the woman is crying a bit remembering the memories of two years ago. On that time, she was with her two issues and husband. So, happiness was here. Her little daughter was helped her in the time of cooking. Now, she is in her husband's house in the state of seventh heaven. Only after a year, she comes to visit her mother. Her husband passed away the year before the last year. Her elder son passed away last year. He was a versatile genius like Rabindranath Tagore and deemed to be a receiver of nobel prize in course of time. But he was completely an introvert guy. The lonely woman is having her meal. After that, she will take a cup of tea without sugar and milk, an expresso coffee for the poor. (to be continued...)