But then within a blink of an eye it again looked normal. As normal as an average human. I shook my head in confusion.
Then this person shifted his attention to the papers he was holding. "Ahem", he cleared his throat. But it wasn't loud enough to get attention.
Then he, with a high but subtle voice announced, "I would hereby like to announce the will of late Mr. Takeshima."
The dead silence it followed was quite awkward.
I could hear my breath and the chaos had frozen by medusa's stare. All pairs of eyes were fixed upon the podium upon which the strange person was standing. And probably I was the only one to notice, that there was an almost invisible devilish smirk waved through his face, accompanied with his vicious eyes.
It took few seconds to everyone to regain their senses.
"Who do you think are you?!" Somebody yelled out.
He repositioned his spectacles with his middle finger. The lenses reflected the light, obscuring his eyes behind it.
"I am his legal advisor and lawyer." He said, then paused for a while, "I will speak in nutshell, without wasting much of your precious time." He smirked, " I think you all will be glad to hear that late Mr. Takeshima was a really big hearted person. He was generous enough to donate all her properties to the temple authorities."
What happened afterwards was not much to explain. There were few heated arguments, few angry cries et cetera. But he very smoothly managed everything. And we didn't stay much longer after that anyway. We returned home as soon as possible after paying our homage to grandpa. It was only weeks later that dad got to know that he got the house as a part of the will.
So here I am, weeks later, laying on my bed. In my room. It was a really small enclosed and claustrophobic place, with a single bed consuming ninety percent of the tiny room, beside that there was a really small desk with piled up books. And I must mention the chair, which I also had been using as a makeshift wardrobe.
I really never get why people usually tend to favour larger places to live in. Since childhood I have always preferred small confined places. I even remember the time when I used to hide in a cardboard box. And perhaps that's why I like this little room of mine very much. There was a window right towards the head of my bed. Which I considered the best thing in my whole room. If you sit on the bed or lie down on your stomach facing the window, you will get an astounding view of the city ahead, as our apartment was located on the top floor.
I looked out of the window, the vast city was stretched in front of me. Our neighbourhood was mostly congested with several residential complexes. The narrow streets and alleys had intertwined with each other amidst them like veins of human body. A small stream had flowed through little far. Far away the gigantic skyscrapers were looming large.
I have always thought that Sundays have a special kind of aura, especially summer Sundays, Such as today. The roads were quite empty. The usual office going crowd and school students were absent. There was a park far away where tiny looking children were playing. And the buzzing of cicadas was even reaching my room. The weather was of my favourite. The sky had taken a deep shade of blue. There was a mild breeze which was kissing my face, caressing my hair. The clouds were slowly soaring through the sky like huge white cotton candies. I always get a strange thought whenever I see bulky dense clouds, it feels like that there were big alien spaceships hidden underneath it, and the clouds are some kind of camouflage.
That was when I suddenly noticed something. A pale black microscopic dot far away. It was getting bigger slowly, like it was flying towards me. I narrowed my eyes, straining them and realized it was some sort of bird. A big black kind of.
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