Famished after the evening walk by feting the dusk, my eyes ran in search of something to devour. The quest ended up me spotting an over-brimmed tree of a strangely familiar fruit. I plucked one with fascination for its strangeness. But it appeared, smelled and felt the same as any other berry. I took a bite, when swallowed, it tasted bitter. Unexpectedly, I was enticed by the aroma of another drupe from somewhere around. Ambiguously walked, consciously dropping the berry I held. Mesmerized by the scent, embraced it and took a bite. It quenched my apatite.
The uncertainty is still a companion even now for the deeds of that evening.
