Colouring the life of a widow

MIRA is in her mid thirties. She is a staff in our apartment with works of gardening assigned to her. We family members in apartment have a sympathetic view to Mira. She is a widow and her hubby died 4-5 years ago in a road accident..

I always talked to her whenever she meets in lawn or near apartment gate. She is living in a near by colony with her son and daughter. One evening, when I was walking in lawn, she came towards me and asked…… ” Saheb I am a poor lady but tomorrow my daughter will cut the cake, will you come to wish her birthday.

(Garry) ok I will come but time for it.

(Mira) In the evening 07:00 pm. “.

I reached Mira’s home at 07:00 pm with a small packet of gift. She opened the door with smile on her face, I am sitting on chair thinking about her daughters birthday. Nothing seems to happen here, even her son and daughter is not present. She sits near my chair and looking at me, she said…… ” Saheb my both children have gone to her maternal uncle’s house, so I called you for.

(Garry) oh I see Mira, means you have told me lie about birthday