I was shooting near my home when this broom seller lady saw me. She stopped and kept staring me for over an hour. People here loved being photographed. I thought she wanted her photo. When I asked her, she refused. Someone had told her that if she is ever photographed, one year per photograph would be reduced from her life. But finally, her urge overwhelmed her. She approached me and said, "I know, my photographs would kill me. But I am old and would die anyway. I would rather have my photo so that my children would remember me after I am gone. Would you please take my photo?" A few minutes later when I finally managed to stop my laughter, I told her that her photographs won't kill her no matter what. A few more minutes and she was convinced. At least, that's what I felt. When I pointed my lens towards her, she blushed and thus, her first photograph was created. Thanks for your time. Have a nice day.