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One Bottle Journey

One Bottle Journey

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It is s Saturday late night around 11.30 p.m., a cosy rainy romantic night. I took a wine bottle stored in my refrigerator… and now a bottle, glass, balcony, rainy night and me! One shot “Tock” and it unsealed the bottle and my feelings filled thoughts too. The glass was filled till the neck.

I gulped it… And the journey began. A journey of thoughtful feelings or feelings ful thoughts? Well… Don’t Know! A questioning storm started revolving around me, the never ever happened giggles were sweetly troubling my tummy for the first time ever! Every breeze, thundering clouds were telling me something, making me recall the same. What was that? What it meant? The expectations to be together....and a cancelled meet (date). UFF..! Such a disappointment. But is that the time?? The time when I was falling into something. Is it just the attraction / infatuation? Or anything beyond that.. this road was truly unknown.

My anxiety, fear was telling me something, Should I go ahead or wait till completing my upcoming exams? And then I received assurance for time worth for studies and freedom of mine. This gesture took my ride ahead, And it was YES.

The first meet after Yes… first meet, ample of “butterflies in my tummy”, first blush, first hand in hand, first touch… just like my dream. In fact I didn’t even slept for the same night and felt the touch in my hand whole night & next day too.. Aah! The “Crazy Me”.

My Second Glass is ready

Sharing of small time together, constructing a bond within us and weaving the threads for future, constructing a road between our hearts, with a first hug… A shivering warm hug. The bond got tightened, the threads were getting strong along with understanding likes and dislikes and so on nurturing our relation. Our tight hug made us feel one another, finally a marvellous music of the universe, the rhythm of heart bits into my ears, the best music ever… I have ever heard.

Here comes my last glass…

Older the wine better it tastes…. Better, strong, hard, refreshing deep, deeper, strongest not only wine but also my relation. More dreamy-cosy climate all over. A comfort, attachment, warm moments, small romantic talks…everything, every moment were just fascinating me.

One bright day he received a call…! A call from USA, and everything just flew away. The last drop of wine and everything got finished here. My journey ended but gave a start to his new dreams, ambitions and success of “My Love” Now I am pretty sure for being One Bottle (Journey) down.


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