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Somewhere in Czech

By Sandeep Kulshrestha

I was at Slovcko somewhere in Czech where the wine met me and I met her in the vineyard, which was mine and so was she evening stretched till night no sign of the sun to set we sipped a lot of wine little by little till our eyes reflected the shade of red was it her hand which I held close to my heart or her heart which was closer to my hand the cool summer breeze was tantalizing and so was the wine all the barrels ran empty and I held a grape squeezed the fresh liquid down her natural self down and below sipping it as it flowed, dipped in the nectar was it really the taste of grapes

or the taste of her I sipped wine in the evening sipped her all through the night the morning mist ushered the winter in

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