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I could see her sitting in a wicker chair in the sun, wearing a lovely white muslin dress with tiny sunshine coloured flowers which were glowing in the mid morning sun. A corner of her dupatta was over her head covering the side of her face towards the sun. From where i was sitting I could see the unveiled side. She was tall and occupied a sizable portion though her slenderness made her look fragile. Her hair was tied back but some unruly wisps had escaped and were flitting in the wind like sunbeams dancing to a tune. There were acres of green fields behind her and roses, predominately yellow all around her in the garden. She was lost in her book but every now and then her hand struck the air around her face and a slight grimace clouded her face for a brief moment. I had been watching her for some time now and I was struck by the idyllic picture she presented. My heart marveled and sighed at the picture perfect moment.

I don't know how long I sat there taking in the the moments when I saw her get up suddenly and dash inside scowling. She was heading towards the kitchen when she saw me sitting in the patio and came to me, still scowling and almost to her self as if to vent her steam, she said. 'Salim, we must do something about these darn flies, wont let you live in peace.' And with these words she stormed out and I sat there wishing a hopeless wish that had she seen herself with my eyes all this while she would have been a thankful person.

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