she was a suspiciuos prositute for me, in her early 20's,her lips were painted pink, face not so charming but her complexion was fair.she caught my attention when she was helping an old woman, emancipated , short , wrinkled face , wearing bright red and orange colored sari., her eyeback framed eye glasses too big for her face. young girl brought tea from the stall for this old lady. tea was been given free as it was the 40th day of martydom of Imam Hussain. it was the day of mourinig.that is y people from all age groups were wearing black.but it was spring season and black was looking too odd. it was maing me remeber the harsh winters of sultry heat of the summers.
women were in large number , and i saw a long que of women and small girl who were been given a small meal of bread and cereals . in the mosque some men were sleeping , some were praying, and some were eating, and some were maing the small meal for distribution.
someone was repeatedly announcing something on the microphone, but i hardly was paying attention what was been said.