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A Glass of Wine

A Fun Short Story of Wine

By Prateek KathialPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
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A Glass of Wine

August, 27 2018, six years ago today, I sat on a plane for the first time, flying from India to Canada. I wasn't scared, I wasn't unhappy for leaving everyone behind; I guess I wasn't excited either! I was just going where my destiny was taking me. Thinking—hundreds of feet above the ground—sitting in a plane about everyone I left behind, just thinking! There were no feelings attached to this thinking. I was looking outside the window trying to see through the clouds the land I was leaving behind. I couldn't see anything just lights in that dark night. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I was up all the time, an entire flight from Amritsar, India to Doha in Qatar. I had a connecting flight from there to Frankfurt and then from Frankfurt to Toronto. I guess this is how cheap flights work, a lot of halts! I was fine with it. Sitting in a chair for 14 hours would have made my legs jam. It was for the first time for me to see so many people around me who were not Indian. A strange feeling it was, but it didn't bother me, as I said I wasn't excited. But why was that? Why wasn't I excited? Just because of regret, leaving a girl behind, the girl I fell in love with when I was 14, the girl who I studied with since I was nine, the girl with who I use to walk with every day to school and back, the girl to whom I swore to love forever. I don't know till this day why I wasn't excited that time or scared.

Excitement suddenly struck me with the voice of a white pretty air hostess who asked me if I would like some wine. I wasn't old enough to drink. The drinking age in India was 18 and in Canada, it was 19, guess what I was in the sky I guess these rules didn't matter. I said yes I would like some wine. She asked me, "White or red?"—the most difficult question of this journey. I didn't know the taste of wine, never tried it before. Undecidedly words came out of my mouth, "Red, please." She gave me a glass and a 5 oz bottle of red wine. Just after my first sip, I discovered that this is not for me. I couldn't drink that wine, and so I tried to put it back into the bottle. While I was pouring the wine back into the bottle a little turbulence caused a big mess. Yes, I spilled it all over my pants. I wasn't embarrassed because no one saw me, I guess. It was a long flight and I knew that my pants will dry in no time. I wiped a little bit of it with a tissue and rest was left to the long flight. Within a few hours, my pants were dry and everything went back to normal.

That day I learned something, no matter what, we should always be hungry for an opportunity. Don't hold yourself back just because you never tried something, everything that we do in our lives is something that we never did or tried. There is always a first time. The first step you took, the first time you fell in love, the first time you got dumped, the first mistake you made, all those first time we didn’t succeed shouldn’t be the last time you tried. So if you get the opportunity to something again, then go for it and try again. Take another step and try again and again. But don’t try to pour back the wine into a bottle while you are in a plane.

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Prateek Kathial

A beginner writer with some short and exciting stories, fun to read.

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