from previous....

.....mother  wiped the mirror  she held in her hands with the corner of her veil  to see  her declining  aging beauty  in the misty  reflection  with a deep longing,   picking up the argument  what good did the  man  do , it was unwise decision, just like, fiction  not factual,  

It was one winter in December  early cold morning  when  gul bano  removed  the warm   quilt from over her husband Yusuf khan,s face who was shivering from  high fever  suffering from  throat infection asking him to drink hit tea and then he swore never to dip a finger in  a tea cup