I was at a small spot in the heart of Lisbon, sipping a glass of wine, when an idea sparked in my mind.
It was a story with Ram.
“What do you expect to find at the bottom of a glass of wine?” he would ask me, and I would probably lose myself in a cascade of reflections as I gently swirl the glass.
Perhaps it would have been one of those stories that begin, only to end up forgotten after dozens of sheets tossed into the wastebasket (because I must admit, I still write by hand with an old pen on any scrap of paper reckless enough to fall into my reach).
But this time, that wasn’t the case. It didn’t turn into a story, but rather a reflection:
What truly lies at the bottom of a glass of wine?
Some might say a poem, others perhaps an existential thought. Some will claim it’s the desire for an unforgettable night or an extraordinary life.
But for me, when I reach the bottom of a glass of wine, what’s left is simply the desire to order another.
So, if you don’t mind—I’ll go get another.
Cheers!
