Wearing dark Wayfarer sunglasses and clenching his trusty old Samsonite suitcase in his hand, the handsome and virile young man is faced with a formid...ble landscape of endless sagebrush and scorched earth. With the menacing sound of rattlesnakes in the distance and large buzzards flying overhead, the young drifter wipes his sweaty brow and slowly struts in the direction of his imaginary destination. As the temperature steadily soars past forty degrees Celsius, he looks towards the clear blue. After finishing the official work, I called my Yahoo chat friend to check where we can meet. It was 4 pm and she said that I can come to her home as no one else is at her home. Her husband was away in Kolkata that day and her elder son was at school and her younger son went to take karate classes.I reached her house and we greeted each other in a normal and friendly way with handshakes. Her grip was strong compared to a normal female handshake. We sat and talked normal and friendly way. She. The carriage, known as a Glass Panel Rockaway, was the kind of carriage that irritated so many drivers of modern cars in rural areas.The Mennonite man that he bought it from had been very surprised to find a buyer that wasn’t Mennonite and actually meant to use it. The entire experience of purchasing the carriage had been very educational for Ed. Since there weren’t any Amish around Arizona, Ed didn’t know anything about this group. It was a surprise to learn that some of them had white. "Yes." Then why did you come?" T'face me— my fear," he answered slowly. "To find out if my fear was real or only in my head, in my mind. I did not want to fear a shadow, something that wasn't real. And I found that it was so, I was afraid of something that was not real. You're not fearsome, you're a lot like us. Different too, yes, very different in many ways, but not a kind of difference to fear, just ... a difference."There was a long silence. Nobody moved. Then at last the mother spoke.