The First Sip :
... and a number of flavours did a jeopardy in her mind as he insisted her to have a sip. She lifts the bottle and for a nano second her earth, quakes. Being raised with a large number of warning signs of things that harm and intoxicate.
A moment of shared solitude prevailed. Slowly, her heart slipped. Perhaps a little sip to disappear, to hibernate and to come back stronger with some solid experience. She raises the bottle again to destroy that little window of curiosity and sniffs. It smelt havoc. "If I let it crash into me for how long will it stay"? She questioned, looking deep down in his confident eyes. He smiled, took the bottle from her hand and quaffed. "Taste it from here", he whispered. In a moment, they were just a breath away. Nervous. Frozen like an ice cube. Caged with the same racing beat. She slowly melted and stole her first sip from his lips. Bound by light and by the music of their own heart, it tasted like an elixir from his mouth.
Say, who else does she blame now?
Memory : August 29, 2015.
Image : Feet
Sniper : My Camera.
Place : Radisson Blu, Indore.
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