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....it was a Sunday,  month of March had begun,  , the weather was dry, , the sky  was  covered with inky clouds, the clouds seemed ready to  rain,  midday was settled  but it felt like late evening,  tge whispers of cold winds could be  heard 

New Yorkers  unaffected by the interesting changes  around  were buried in their daily routines  mechanically,  some tourists were seen  enjoying their  surroundings,  that was a father son duo  Yorkers indeed,  owners of a magnificent apartment on the third floor  , the flat consisted of three  bedrooms  a lounge  kitchen 

Zaya Ahmed started his Sunday not before ten with his breakfast followed by doing laundry in a washing machine,  cleaning  furnishing ended by  midday 

Zaya Ahmed  took credit of being an only child,  when he was just four his mother  died of a first heart stroke suddenly,  Ahmed sahib was unduly attached to his wife,  he was left shaken and needed time to  gather himself emotionally and took care of his son and got into  raising him,  he was a one woman man  he never remarried