Over Wine

This one’s with a colleague after a bottle of red wine

Sitting by the round table, sits a soul from the past and a struggler from the present. Juggling love and other such tales, the struggler blames the bug to be the catalyst. Being a ‘been-there done that kid’, all seems quite alright now. Life seems so sorted, even when it isn’t. It’s about levels and presumptions and other such issues. Like always, feel jinxed with knowledge. Alas!


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