“Look at these chairs? These look so old and used! Who will pay even a dollar for these?”
Sulochana and Shailen were walking through items on display at the auction house, this afternoon. Two old rocking chairs made of cane were on displacy with a price tag of one thousand dollars. A old dry twig lying on the chairs
“Sulochana these are collectors items, from the house of Mewat royalty! Old king and his queen used sit on the balcony of imperial palace and watch sunset, every evening.”
Sulochana was really upset when a delivery man knocked on her apartment door and delivered the chairs and the dead branch of tree along with it.
“What is this? I was not expecting any delivery!”
“Ma’am, this from the auction house.”
“ I am not paying for this, am I?”
“No ma’am, it is all paid for; where shall I put this?”
Shailen was prepared for a stormy reception at home. He was not disappointed.
“You spent money on this rubbish?”
“Sulochana, looking at these chairs, I see of us growing old together.”
Shailen knew his defence was weak, but he was helpless. No way his father would accept money from his son.
Word Count : 201
Photo Credit : Fandango