What's your favorite smell? Is it that of roses? Or that of the earth after the rain? Do you like the smell of a mango? Or are you one of those who like petrol?
For me, it is that of the piece of heaven I had that day. I was only talking, to the stranger I'd met. He was telling me about his planet, what was its name now? It's not important. I only wondered what that beautiful piece of glass in his hand was. Was it glass? It sure looked like it.
The earth was new to me. I was a mere 4 year old. Yes, that's how old I was. The tumbler in his hand, shaped like a river. It flowed along its edges. Can you imagine it? Can you smile? A bigger one? That's more like it. Yes, those were the curves of that tumbler. Beautiful, radiant and mesmerizing.
Just like your pearly whites glisten and make that curve on your face irresistible to all of humanity, the tumbler had its own set of pearls. What was that clear white liquid with a tinge of red? Later, I found out the color was pink. Not a hot pink that burns your eyes, but a pink that you might discover if you looked too closely at purple. What is that supposed to mean? You'll see it for yourself.
The pink of your lips, the blush of your cheeks, the curved, shiny fruit perched at the top of the tumbler reminded me of those. A beauty in itself. The curves that never ended.
The tumbler, the white drink with the pink tinge, they all reminded me of my love. Was I truly a four year old? I cannot say. My memory fails me. The curves, they come back. A perfect meal. Love and a tinge of Borosil.
This beautiful piece of Borosil tumbler called Canard, inspired me to write the above lines. I hope you enjoy reading them.
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