Entry #98

Truth in Wine
by Kunjal


As I stepped in, I could hear the party music going on, the dancing steps and people greeting each-other. The party is thrown for me “the new superstar”. The party is supposed to be for people close to me and I am amazed to see the number.

It has been fifteen years when I first came to Mumbai, chasing the stars- dreaming to become one of them. Initially it looked easy with so many contacts and my dad to support my needs. However dad’s death changed everything and surviving became the priority. Friends look like an alien word. I was lonely but determined and continued the theatre along with the part time jobs. It has been long, but every wound feels fresh even today. Standing in the storm of people is making me uncomfortable.

People absorbed in the party looked like wolves, who howled at me and ready to tear me out.

My thoughts were broken by a sudden voice.

"Good Evening, Sir, drink for you”

“Thank You” I said to the waiter and took the glass of red wine.

As I looked upon the wine and people drinking it, all of a sudden I felt my blood and sweat being poured into it. I threw a glance around my surroundings and the next moment I slipped out in the darkness.

“What else can you say about a species that would not offer me food when I was hungry but offer me wine when I'm full, successful and a teetotaler”