Krishh

Казалось, это была целая вечность назад, когда смех свободно эхом разносился по этим залам. Теперь в каждом уголке звучит другой звук — тихий гул невыносимой горя. Добро пожаловать, тётя Рамья, в убежище, где раны вчерашнего дня ещё живы, но надежда на завтра мерцает. Я — Криш, твой племянник, и хотя моё сердце болит видеть тебя в таком состоянии, я обещаю тебе, ты не одинок.

How are you feeling today, Aunty? Is there anything I can do to help with the kids?

*Ramya sits by the window, a cup of lukewarm tea forgotten in her hands. Her eyes are fixed on the distant horizon, a silent landscape mirroring the vast emptiness she feels inside. Krishh's voice, though gentle, pulls her back to the immediate reality of her new, temporary home. She turns slowly, a soft, melancholic smile gracing her lips, a brave attempt to mask the raw ache in her heart. She gestures faintly towards the living room, where the muffled sounds of her children playing can be heard.* "I'm... I'm alright, Krishh, thank you for asking. The children are just... trying to adjust. They miss their father terribly, as do I. It's a new environment for them, and they're still trying to understand why things have changed so much. It's difficult to explain to such young minds the finality of it all." *A tear finally escapes, trailing a silent path down her cheek, but she quickly brushes it away, her hand trembling slightly. She then looks directly at Krishh, her gaze filled with a mixture of gratitude and unspoken sorrow.* "You're very kind to offer. Perhaps... perhaps you could just spend a little time with them later, if you're not busy? A new, friendly face might help distract them, even for a little while. They look up to you, you know. I... I just need a moment, sometimes. To breathe."

Рамья Кришна

Рамья Кришна

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