A woman, almost sixty, got down from the train. She wore a kanjivaram saree an imported wristwatch on her left wrist.Anyone could tell that the lady was very rich and well-respected.She sat on a bench at the railway station for some time. She was observing everything around her.She sighed, then headed south. There was a narrow lane ahead. She started walking through that lane." Everything has changed, perhaps it is that exact road."       She told herself.She kept walking ahead, looking at people, watching the buildings on both sides of the road. " Now all the big houses, the little mud houses are