The love that was...

Just as he finished dusting his old drawer, a book landed on Hari's lap. It was the same old story he was writing in college. As he flipped through it, he found the page stained with Sudha's mango pickle, a seed still stuck between the pages. While reading through the page, he was tempted, twice perhaps, to eat that seed. 'It's some thirty years old. Am I crazy?' he thought and flicked it away. A few pages later he realised that the seed was still there, hanging on to the tip of his index finger.

He gave in. The old seed still had a little flavour to it.