umeed ka minar

....it was one of the bone chilling   afternoon in Frankfurt,  mir Taj  wrapped up tightly in a worn out  old overcoat sat on a university bench trying desperately to catch some  warmth from the dim sunlight,  he was so much engrossed in his own thoughts that he failed to see the girl  who came to stand directly before him , his mind was  drawn by a melodic voice,  ,you apparently look  overwhelmingly  worried,  is there some matter with you 

Mir Taj startled lifted his head up, she was a young girl thin and like him dressed up in old torn winter wear to keep herself warm m her nose had turned red with harsh blood freezing cold , she had addressed him in english but her accent was native giving her originality away