Intractable seeds of eclectic secrets, hidden in the enclosed tubules of senses, enraptured by the asphyxiating heavy fragrance of Indian wine, like flower buds, blossomed. Like a teething child that restlessly licks all its incipient teeth, I tongued the hollowed roof of my mouth with the scarlet tongue that twitched and conveyed an electric pulse with every new sensation it captured. The night sky was clear. Beneath it, frozen in time, I reached out with my pointed fingers to raise the chilled glass of white wine. “Toast to TCS” sahu’s wine glass clinked against gym’s Shirley temple. A shrill curiosity engulfed me in flames of desire as I wetted my tongue with the dusky yellow wine. The fragile stem of the wine glass throbbed under the weight of lotus of my hand as I shifted my acute conscience around the chiselled lips. Through those lips, white wine encircled my tongue in an enchanted grip. Glistening yellow molten metal, with an acidic taste and corrosive intensity, pulverised m...