Dark …………….
Black …………
And Blank……………..
There was a point people feel all these things together. And they are not interested to decode them. Still forced to present the uncomfortable situations. Sometimes willingly and other times unwillingly.
Dark clouds were crowded that evening in the church ground. It was about to rain. But not raining as if was it was waiting for something. People were wearing black morning cloths and umbrellas. Almost whole town was present there. No one know what persuaded them to come to cemetery to attend a Bianchi’s heir’s death. The funeral was supposed to be attended by close kin and family. But news spreed like wild fire that everyone want to pay respect to dead person.
Flavio Bianchi. The prodigal son of family is finally gone. That to in young age. Ju
