“We met at the weirdest circumstances, didn’t we?” He asked.
“Definetely” she giggled.
“And now you’re my escape from reality.” Said he.
“I don’t want to be your escape from reality” she confessed.
A ‘huh’ and a confused look was all she got.
“I mean, I don’t want you to separate me from your reality. No matter how perfect or devastating it might get. This, whatever this is, it’s not about all the good and happy things. It’s not just you and me; it’s you and me against life. I want to pass through every obstacle, celebrate every breath, take a step back when we’re overwhelmed, get down and then get back up together. I don’t just want to be living in our own fantasy; but create one with the realities that we live in.”
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“Why do people drink?” She asked as she eyed two people drinking celebratory shots on the adjacent table.
“There are many reasons.” He said.
“Like?” Her curious eyes asked.
“Those two are drinking to celebrate. The one behind you is trying to forget and the group of teenagers on my left are curious.” She followed his gaze and looked at all the three.
“So is it always for the same reason? Or do people eventually acquire a taste for alcohol?” She asked again.
“Not necessarily. A friend of mine once told me you never drink for taste, you drink for the feeling.”
“The one which burns your throat and makes you numb all in one act. It’s weird, but people drink in grief and for celebration, even for courage. For some it’s an escape from reality and for some it’s a way to accept it’s harsh truth.”
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