The 138th death. [Text by Maria Faraz; photo by Faraz Jahangir] Everyone thinks a psychologist knows everything, a proverbial mind-reader, magical being, twister of fates.... But she was an ordinary woman. Drawn to her destiny by the strings of circumstance and successful only because she believed in what she practiced. She spent her energy always with abandon, never caring where or when she'd find more. She was brazen. Maria Faraz passed on this afternoon of March while the slanting rays of the sun pierced through the jacaranda trees, as she reclined on rattan in her painstakingly perfect garden among coloured grasses procured from the plateaus of Jehlum. The breeze was as soft on the swaying grass as it was on her wrinkle-less face