by Tanushree Vachharajani
The cork pops open. The first breath of air soaked in the flavour of wine. Watching it pour out into the glass as it splashes. Liquid rubies. Feel it burn down my throat, slide down to my stomach, make me hungry. Want more than food. I hold out my glass for more. My feet tingle. My palate throbs. My gums hammer. My head spins. The phone rings. I ignore it. Happy fuzz grows in the crevices of my brain. I climb onto the ledge for a better view. I reach out. The city lights melt into my eyes.
Another rainy Tuesday in Bombay.