Bottles of wine and sour grapes.... 

Like a fledging learning to come of age the child has now begun to indulge in deep introspection. Introspection is a gift that comes bundled with the quagmire of pain and sadness, and all attempts to render it impotent are ..... At times of deep emotional turmoil instrumented by the impregnable recalcitrance the child experiences at times, he surmises, ‘Maybe, you are not my type, after all....’ . Indeed what a profound realization !! Undeniably the creme da le creme on the apex of the process of clarity of thought, ..... somehow where have I heard it before, I can’t seem to place it. Ah! , yes , how could I miss it , wasn’t it something about ..... a jackal , a vehement hunger , a grape tree , ..... or what. Forget it, my memory fails me. Maybe its the effect of the wine I had last night.......

January 1997 - Amitabh Iyer