Pigeons enter through glassless windows and settle into their night-time roosts gently cooing a lullaby to echo in empty rooms long since abandoned to...the ravages of wind, rain and hot remorseless sun. Mice, noses twitching, inspect droppings seeking a grain, a morsel, vestiges of human occupation long since consumed, and pursue a relentless course around the skirting boards amongst and over the detritus of ornate plasterwork crumbled on the floorboards that marked the salon, facing the river,. .Successively I dialed her 15days but the Answer was same..I lost hope of meeting her again..One fine day I again dialed this time I listened a ring.. My heart pumps faster than normal.I heared A male voice . I asked for her.. For that he replied. Wait a minute & gave the mobile to his mommy…Helloooo.. Howz yu bobby.. These are the words came from her.. I was in heaven.. I said I’m fine..She gave her number.. From then we used to speak & chat whenever we are free..We became more closer than. Spotting some girl walking along the road I had parked on, I caught up with her and asked her if there was any possible way she could point me in the direction of the nearest hotel. Staring at me with her glistening smile she said it was a little after closing time for most hotels around here. Walking back to the car I politely thank her for her time but just as I was pulling away I asked her if she needed a lift, seeing as it was a frosty night out and she was only wearing a tight see-through. I enjoyed helping her prepare the family meal and bakingand would wear an apron. I would also spend time with her in herworkroom room as she did sewing and knitting. I had learned to knit andsew during the last six months of my time at home. We kept theseactivities secret from my Dad and brothers. We had talked recently ofMom's desire to have a girl. She had said she would try and persuade Dadto have another child.Boarding school was a new experience for me; however, I missed my Mom,Dad and.