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Ah, that first kiss... The surge of electricity that dances through your veins is like a lightning bolt from Cupid himself, leaving you breathless and dizzy with anticipation. But alas, after that initial spark, reality sets in like a cruel hangover after a night of too much wine. The subsequent glasses of life are like a relentless assault on our poor livers, leaving us longing for the intoxicating euphoria of that first sip. Oh, to have every day be as blissful as that first glass of chardonnay, where worries dissolve and joy bubbles up like the effervescence in a fine champagne!


And what about those first drops of monsoon? The air thick with the promise of renewal, the earth eagerly awaiting its quenching embrace. But alas, it's fleeting, like trying to hold onto water in your hands. The magic of those initial raindrops fades as quickly as it arrives, leaving us yearning for that fleeting moment of pure olfactory ecstasy.


And then there's that unforgettable first walk hand in hand, toes sinking into the soft sand, the rhythmic melody of the waves serenading your every step. It's like being in a romantic movie, where time stands still and the world fades away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of love. But, alas, even the most beautiful moments are but a mere blip in the grand scheme of things, leaving us chasing after that elusive high of the 'first time.'


Oh, wouldn't it be grand if we could bottle up that initial thrill, that unbridled excitement of new experiences, and take a sip whenever life gets dull and mundane? If only there were a potion to keep us forever on the edge of our seats, forever chasing after that first kiss, that first glass of wine, that first walk on the beach. But perhaps, in the bittersweet irony of it all, it's the fleeting nature of these moments that makes them so precious, so cherished. For it's in the impermanence of life's highs that we find the true beauty of the human experience.


  MKP

 8/2/2024

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