Seven year old ice cubes

Can you believe those ice cubes are 7 years old brown. Jack, I hope you had a fulfilling life. I pretend to go on; with so many things; over so many years. I think; I have eventually learnt the tact to bury the irking conscious deep in my soul. I don’t think, I just do it.

But sometime retrospection and introspection is good. And so here I am today, jumping from song to song ; movies over movies. I know I won’t accept it, but I am alone; like once I was in that hostel room 7 years ago; searching for solace, looking for some peace. Miles away from someone I love so much, sitting here, enduring the turmoil of timezones and making ice cubes grow wise and 7 years old.

It’s been a while since I mixed liquor, mixed my feelings and mixed my hatred for this world and concocted a syrup so vile; that it’ll find me that temporary peace.

On a side note, have you ever smelt Jack Daniels on ice cubes? I mean, smelt as in *inhale in deep*? That shit is goooooood. It tells you, there is no tomorrow, no future; just this moment; live in it. And probably thats what I am doing.

Well, I have been married for well long for a year. I am really happy; I love my wife. She is something. She is best thing that every happened to me.

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Thats where I left it the other day and I think, there is nothing else to be said.