“Those flowers bloom only when her teardrops touch the branches of the vine.” Sheshadri said.
“The teardrops of that marble statue?” Rosie asked.
“Yes…” Sheshadri said. “Close your eyes and think of her, she will cry…”
Rosie never saw the blade of the knife that glistened in Sheshadri’s hand.
tears started to roll down from the eyes of marble.
two greedy hands picked up all gold flowers of the vine.