Seema, old and lonely lives in a huge mansion since childhood. Sitting in her library amongst multitudes of books she takes a book, 'Love is a many splendorous thing'. A faded red petal falls in her lap." Oh God." Morning the maid opens the door. Seema, with the petal in her hand, is no more.
Written , in response to Vidya Suri's prompt on Write Tribe's 55 on Friday.