I often visited the lonely restaurant of my neighborhood at Tinkune. ‘Cakes and Bakes’ it was called. I had tea time there in one corner of the restaurant every afternoon, at about 3 p.m., a young lady of 20 came there. She sat beside me on another chair. Her long hair and charming face had already troubled me. However, I had kept my patience.

Thereafter, we became close friends. I frequently went to the bank to meet her. We visited different places together. She promised me that she would be mini for ever. I was quite lost in dream. One whole year passed together. Then it was Sunday of winter again. We were again in the same corner of the restaurant. A man of about my age came there. She was totally upset. When the man came closer, she introduced me to him. I saw her face was pale, and all limbs were trembling. He was her husband. I missed her. I never saw her again.