He was an old man.He used to wear torn clothes. He always used to visit the post office in search of any letter from his daughter even in the cold and biting wind days. When he was young he was a clever shikari and a coachman. All the members of the post office used to make fun of ali when he came in search of any message from his daughter. But he was filles with patience. He never said anything to them. once he said a post master by giving him gold ginnies that whenever he recieved a letter from his daughter miriam he sould lay it on the grave of mine.