The cold Delhi fog ensnares the city in its wraith-like beauty. The lady walks tenaciously into the bar. She’s cold and exhausted. She is edgy and anxious. Her hackneyed demeanor starkly controverts her otherwise effervescent beauty. She sits down, and heaves a sigh. All of a sudden, her mobile starts ringing and she makes a grab for it. Out of nowhere, she feels a powerful and familiar hand snatching her ‘life’ away from her. He switches off the device and lays it face down on the table. The phone is taunting her, and she feels the need to make a grab for it. “Who could it have been? Was it her husband?” Her preoccupation is sidetracked by the whiff a familiarity, all those family barbeques by the beach.
Her first run-in with the now familiar stout aureate liquid was humiliating to say the least, and yet it was nothing short of supernatural. It was an experience that jump-started her adult life.
She can’t help but remember those days of peccadillo, the flowing booze and unabatedly chronic revelry. It brings a tepid smirk to her countenance. The past is remembered fondly, the present is endured critically, but the near future is anticipated with bated breath.
As she delicately takes her first sip, she’s teleported into the fantasia of wondorous oblivion. The liquid is like sunshine to her cold and overworked body. It is an elixir for her indolent mind. The touch of vanilla, the hint of peat and the emotive bouquet of her father’s tobacco pipe make for an invigorating reawakening. The sunshine injects in her a renewed vitality and her beauty brims forth. Every sip is like music to her ears. First a guitar, then the Bass and finally the entire orchestra, plays for her. And like a phoenix, she flies out of the ashes of her immediate past. She’s drifting…
The man at her side sits grinning, patiently allowing her climax to take its course. He knows that he was responsible for it all.
“Congratulations Rita, on your promotion!” he enunciates. “Thanks Dad. You and mum being here over the holidays is the best thing I could have ever asked for.” Was her affectionate reply…
Liquid sunshine as it is called is more than just something you drink. It is the acme of your memories, the stimulant to your lassitude and the gratification of all the good things in your life. It is a bit of the sun, mixed in water and bottled just for you and those you love.
So, celebrate with it, and enjoy it responsibly.
Story contributed by AGGIE THE ALIEN