It was her first taste of whiskey.
“You look wasted. Learn to stop at the right time,” a so-called well-wisher quipped.
“The first sip is the right time.” Gloria replies wryly. She is impressed by the exquisitely carved glass, not the drink.
Disappointment boiled and fermented inside, till she changed completely as an individual. Her reflection in the mirror looks young, but she considers herself a mature version of her earlier self. This malted, distilled, bottled and matured beverage cannot match her intensity. Someday, she will invent a drink that soothes, does not go to the head to incapacitate.
Reena Saxena 
Wonder why no one has invented such a drink? Nice take.
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Looking forward to that drink!
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👍😀
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Well done, although a good malt whisky is great.
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Maybe what was happening inside her did not match 😀
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Well done, Reena!
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure, Reena!
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Well done with both the prompts
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Thanks a ton!
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You’re welcome
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