That house remains on its feet, renovation kept on going for some years.
After nine years, one day I was smoking outside a yard of a building bymyself in the dark, trying to read ‘Le Monde’. I looked up, recognized the back shape of a house. Very familiar back stairs. I moved my eyes around for more hints.
Yes, it was! It was that house! What all had happened in that house. Things, nobody wants to remember.
Only two more remains. One-by-one, the member had left…. each with flow of heavy tears filling in the ponds surround the house …. and wash one, with dry tears, in a coffin.
Pile of diamonds had cost one life, soul of the house.
No. No, it hasn’t finished yet. It still craves for more souls, of all the guardians, unless, guardians announce the release of their tittles.
