(Continued from... http://forlorntears.blogspot.in/2013/02/old-is-gold.html )
A serene calmness took the room over. Nikhil hovered silently in the room, hands folded behind, continuously staring at them, she and his brother, shifting his glances from one to other. Seated in the opposite couch, lying her head on the sofa, she stared upward in hopelessness, tears brimming in her eyes as she spoke, "what had happened that day after he left?" she asked. "You know it," he spoke in a stern voice. After a long break, he started, "I was here speaking to him. I was explaining him how inconvenient would a couple feel, how should he choose to live instead, and I passed him his tablet. I talked to him for an hour more and then I left." Nikhil still stared in wonder, yet in doubt. He could see tears flowing to her ears silently. And then she broke down crashing her hand to her heart. "I killed him." she muttered. Amazed, her spouse stopped roaming and stood looking confused. Yet fury and desperation came over him. “I should not have left him between you both. One who would taunt him for spending every penny of his, and the other who has eyed the miserable man's generous will. I will never know now" more tears drew over her cheeks as she spoke. "Yet I did" she at last let the pain pass over lying her back to the couch again.
Silently came in a bee flying, too odd in the higher apartment of a polluted beauty of the oldest cultures, and moved hither and thither till it settled on a red spread over a white supposedly leather. They both glanced at each other and at the lady calmly as she opened it with a bunch of papers, fingerprints all over them, half blue and half blood red, and wrapped in them a multi-tool safety nail cutter, stained in blood too. She sobbed endlessly in the quite hall.
A serene calmness took the room over. Nikhil hovered silently in the room, hands folded behind, continuously staring at them, she and his brother, shifting his glances from one to other. Seated in the opposite couch, lying her head on the sofa, she stared upward in hopelessness, tears brimming in her eyes as she spoke, "what had happened that day after he left?" she asked. "You know it," he spoke in a stern voice. After a long break, he started, "I was here speaking to him. I was explaining him how inconvenient would a couple feel, how should he choose to live instead, and I passed him his tablet. I talked to him for an hour more and then I left." Nikhil still stared in wonder, yet in doubt. He could see tears flowing to her ears silently. And then she broke down crashing her hand to her heart. "I killed him." she muttered. Amazed, her spouse stopped roaming and stood looking confused. Yet fury and desperation came over him. “I should not have left him between you both. One who would taunt him for spending every penny of his, and the other who has eyed the miserable man's generous will. I will never know now" more tears drew over her cheeks as she spoke. "Yet I did" she at last let the pain pass over lying her back to the couch again.
Silently came in a bee flying, too odd in the higher apartment of a polluted beauty of the oldest cultures, and moved hither and thither till it settled on a red spread over a white supposedly leather. They both glanced at each other and at the lady calmly as she opened it with a bunch of papers, fingerprints all over them, half blue and half blood red, and wrapped in them a multi-tool safety nail cutter, stained in blood too. She sobbed endlessly in the quite hall.