The Last Drink

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Shuffle..

"Just one more hill and we can rest", that's what I said to blurry. The view was breathtaking. Brown hills stretched till the horizon with the blue roaring sea washing its feet at right. Trees and grasses dotted the hills while the dark ominous cloud patched up the blue bright sky. At first I didn't understand the view. Why this? Maybe because I have spend most of my childhood in a coastal city along the eastern ghats which shares a similar scenic sketch. Blurry and myself then pick ourselves up from the dirt and started walking further into the folds of the hills. I could enjoy the pleasant sight and sigh with an empty thought while dragging myself up the steep hill. I'm not sure how long it had been but I hear some one say, "Let's take a break! I need a smoke !". I turned around to notice another blurry with us and I didn't know about him. Is this the way it 's ought to happen? I'm sure when I started journey (which by the way started as if you turn to a chapter right in the middle of a book) I'm sure I didn't see anyone except the first blurry. The "smoky" blurry lites up his cigar and puffs away with eyes fixed on the gazing sun. I see the smoke dancing in air but cant smell it's stench !. All of a sudden everything around me started to change and flicker as a fast-forward film, it was then I felt being sucked out of a dark bottle through a pipe and my eyes open only to find myself gazing out of the window at the night sky. I got up to sip some water to quench the thirst, take a look at the clock and buzz off to start another chapter of a new unnamed book.