In responding to my question of "Do anyone visit you from your father's home except ur daughter?" She was remained silent for a while & replied inadvertantly with a pale face, "I have no wealth. So, they have no headache to visit me. My parents passed away 10 years ago. To their eyes, i am a woman of third class quality. I am dirty. I must stay in this little poky hole. Showing sympathy to me is an illicit work." Again, i asked, "how would you spend ur days?" She began crying listening to my question. Touching her son's books, she replied that these are the memoirs of my life. I spent my days looking at them. I wish to die beside them. Her crying voice is becoming louder & louder afterwards. I was in a fix of what to do and speechless what to say on that time....[The End]