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...he flogged whole day  to come back to  his apartment late evening  missing company  and felt  quite lonely,  many times he would think of calling up home  and share his  troubles with mother and sisters  and  exchange  notes enquiring about them too, , that they should  demand things from him and he would  make promises  to send the things,  thinking of them made him emotionally weak 

He was doing well in life and making progress in his business but the attitude of his colleagues was intolerable,  he was always surrounded with  crowds but always remained isolated and  lonely,, he was once again  feeling depressed  like before,  he began regretting  the day he had decided,  to  come to America,  , whatever his financial condition was  back in Pakistan  he gad people he could  call  his own  who genuinely cared for him,  he could  any time  talk to them,  in this new place  he had nobody to talk to,  it was a city of the dead mute who uttered  sounds  not tc communicate but to    address him only

Finally the day came  when he was to get his first salary,  it was equal to Pakistani four lakhs,  seeing the  amount and holding it in his hands tears came to his eyes, in his entire life he had never seen and held that much amount nor ever dreamed of having it