She was my neighbor when she was living in Elmhurst, Queens in New York City.
It was around 1980.
When we were walking to a restaurant in Elmhurst, Queens, Pakistani women would stop suddenly and yell, "Neelo!"
We would laugh together. Neelo was the Doris Day of Pakistan.
It was when Shaan was 15 and his older brother was in high school. Their sister was in Lahore. They were staying with their grandmother Mrs. Begum and their uncle, Zulfikar. Mrs. Begum was a very warm and caring person and cooked for the family. Everyone spoke English in an educated manner. They also welcomed various other relatives into their apartment.
One day Neelo told me that she was homesick but her telephone was out of order. So I said, "Come over to my apartment and use my telephone and we can tape-record the conversation and whenever you get homesick, you can play it."
She loved that idea and made the call from my apartment. It was 6 A.M. in Lahore and everyone wanted to talk to her. It made her very happy. Shaan was a teenager and fifteen and very unhappy in his school. All he wanted to do was go home to Lahore. I felt he would be hugely successful as an action movie star like Arnold Schwarzennegger. He didn't believe me at all. I told him that he should take lessons in karate and judo and as he got older he would be taller and better looking. I also promised to talk to his mother about his future as a movie star. Neelo listened carefully and she could understand that he would grow into that role and agreed to send him home. Before he left, Shaan gave me many records as presents which I have always treasured.