waqt....

.....tge newspaper was stiff before open eyes, tge feminine  touch was felt on a shoulder, was a familiar thing  something that  occurred every day, recognizing  the voice he without  bothering to  turn  his head asked them to come  and be by his side, because he was  engrossed in some  mental  calculations  ge wanted them to stay quiet, when he will  be free  from his  mindful thinking he will  talk to them