I reached out my hand to pull out a burgundy brick, it was drenched in cranberry juice and dripped on my hand as I held it. I licked the purple trail uptil my wrist. I took my first soft bite, closing my eyes to capture the symphony on my tongue. It was sweet, spicy, tangy and very naughty. I…
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Be your muse
Our minds choose our muse outside, when it should focus within. That is the ultimate tragedy. Alka Sharma All rights reserved Photo: Ravi Patel