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Sin— Page 3 || Liquid courage
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Story:
The weather on the rooftop was pleasant. It had lightly rained. So, the weather was slightly cold but since it was the mid of the July, it wasn’t chilly.
We had a small rooftop garden spread to the all four corners of our trectangular rooftop. In the middle, we had a decorative stone table with chairs kept around it and decorative antique looking lamps to add to the beauty of the decore.
She had put the bottle on the table with some Indian snacks.
I opened the bottle and I poured the very first drinks for us.
“Don’t make mine small. Make it the same size as yours.”, She instructed.
“You won’t be able to handle it.” I replied.
“I don’t need to. I am drinking with you. You will handle me.”, She smirked.
I poured her drink again. Since it was our first drink, we took the shots to our nose and smelled it like a novice. It smelled like whiskey.
Then we looked at each other for a second and with the traditional sound of “Cheers”, we both chugged the shot.
We cleared our throat as it made it’s way from there to our stomach and made strange faces as it felt bitter in our mouth.
We put the glasses back on the table and she poured us the drinks again.
I looked at her surprised.
“Come on dad. Bottoms up”, She encouraged winking at me. I went with the flow and as soon as picked up her glass I did too.
We both chugen the shots again but this time, we started laughing.
“It feels good to be with you like this dad.”, She expressed looking at me.
“Same here. kiddo”, I said and a chain of unending talks and wiskey shots started.
We talked about our childhoods, her childhood, school, friends and what not.
We laughed and laughed. Reminisced about our past but with the night getting darker and darker and number of shots increasing, we shifted towards serious topics like her marriage, her living away from me and me being left alone after her.
There came a point where we both just fell silent. We didn’t know what else could we talk about.
Somehow, we ran out of things. We were just looking around or stairing at our glass but saying nothing. Not even humming to ourselves.
“I am not leaving because of that night. So, when I am gone tomorrow, please don’t blame yourself ”, she suddenly spoke looking away from me.
“What ??”, I asked surprisingly.
“I know you must be thinking that I am leaving because of the shame of that night and that’s why you didn’t push me enough to stay.”, She rubbed her eyes to avoid getting them teary as she spoke her mind.
“No. No. No kiddo. it’s not like that at all. I know it was just a mistake that you made because of all the changes happening in your body and hormones. It was just a weak moment. I don’t blame you for that. I do think that it was my job to talk to you about all these things and guide you properly. If anyone is at fault it’s me. You can never do anything wrong because I know you are smart and mature. You practically raised yourself and you have a strong sense of justice. I have watched you taking care of yourself. I just did whatever little I could.”, I hugged her tight with one hand and with another I wiped my tears as I clarified.
She sunk into my embrace and stayed there for I while.
“Thanks dad.”, She spoke splitting from me.
I walked to my chair and she poured drinks for us again. She gave one to me and sipped from other.
“I am not ashamed of what I did that night”. She sounded unbothered as she revealed.
“I know you had lots of questions when you knocked on my door that night and I know they are still unanswered but this is the truth”, she continued not meeting my eyes and stairing at the her glass.
Her words shook me to my core. If I had been sober, I might have been angry as hell but the liquid inside me got me so inubriated that it totally flushed out my ability to react angrily.
“Why ?? I am your dad and you know well it’s a sin, between you and I. It’s forbidden. What led you to do this ? did someone influenced you to do this ??”, I always had these question but now I could finally get the answers
I knew it was not the time to quench my curiosity but I felt that knowing everything might help me understand and tackle the situation better.
“It’s not wrong and it’s your love that influenced me.”, She shocked me more with this reply.
“I love you for sure but it’s not the love between a husband and a wife. It’s the love between a father and a daughter.”, I emphasised.
“No it’s not father daughter love. It’s not. I know this and you know this too.”, she looked straight into my eyes with her piercing gaze.
“What do you know?? haan ?? what do you know? What the hell are you talking about? Do you know? What tha… .”
“I know you are not my dad. I know who you are and what you are and you are not my dad.”. She burst into crying as she made another revelation cutting me off in the middle of my sentence.
I hugged her tight.
I understood now why liquor is called the liquid courage. Things that had been inside us for a long time but never said because we were to ashamed or to afraid to talk about had come out. I had always felt a thin layer of ice between us. I could feel that layer melting away and things being more transparent now. Liquor had made us lose control of our emotions and disabled any and all vails that we had between us for various reasons.
To be continued…..
© summerof2000
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Story:
The weather on the rooftop was pleasant. It had lightly rained. So, the weather was slightly cold but since it was the mid of the July, it wasn’t chilly.
We had a small rooftop garden spread to the all four corners of our trectangular rooftop. In the middle, we had a decorative stone table with chairs kept around it and decorative antique looking lamps to add to the beauty of the decore.
She had put the bottle on the table with some Indian snacks.
I opened the bottle and I poured the very first drinks for us.
“Don’t make mine small. Make it the same size as yours.”, She instructed.
“You won’t be able to handle it.” I replied.
“I don’t need to. I am drinking with you. You will handle me.”, She smirked.
I poured her drink again. Since it was our first drink, we took the shots to our nose and smelled it like a novice. It smelled like whiskey.
Then we looked at each other for a second and with the traditional sound of “Cheers”, we both chugged the shot.
We cleared our throat as it made it’s way from there to our stomach and made strange faces as it felt bitter in our mouth.
We put the glasses back on the table and she poured us the drinks again.
I looked at her surprised.
“Come on dad. Bottoms up”, She encouraged winking at me. I went with the flow and as soon as picked up her glass I did too.
We both chugen the shots again but this time, we started laughing.
“It feels good to be with you like this dad.”, She expressed looking at me.
“Same here. kiddo”, I said and a chain of unending talks and wiskey shots started.
We talked about our childhoods, her childhood, school, friends and what not.
We laughed and laughed. Reminisced about our past but with the night getting darker and darker and number of shots increasing, we shifted towards serious topics like her marriage, her living away from me and me being left alone after her.
There came a point where we both just fell silent. We didn’t know what else could we talk about.
Somehow, we ran out of things. We were just looking around or stairing at our glass but saying nothing. Not even humming to ourselves.
“I am not leaving because of that night. So, when I am gone tomorrow, please don’t blame yourself ”, she suddenly spoke looking away from me.
“What ??”, I asked surprisingly.
“I know you must be thinking that I am leaving because of the shame of that night and that’s why you didn’t push me enough to stay.”, She rubbed her eyes to avoid getting them teary as she spoke her mind.
“No. No. No kiddo. it’s not like that at all. I know it was just a mistake that you made because of all the changes happening in your body and hormones. It was just a weak moment. I don’t blame you for that. I do think that it was my job to talk to you about all these things and guide you properly. If anyone is at fault it’s me. You can never do anything wrong because I know you are smart and mature. You practically raised yourself and you have a strong sense of justice. I have watched you taking care of yourself. I just did whatever little I could.”, I hugged her tight with one hand and with another I wiped my tears as I clarified.
She sunk into my embrace and stayed there for I while.
“Thanks dad.”, She spoke splitting from me.
I walked to my chair and she poured drinks for us again. She gave one to me and sipped from other.
“I am not ashamed of what I did that night”. She sounded unbothered as she revealed.
“I know you had lots of questions when you knocked on my door that night and I know they are still unanswered but this is the truth”, she continued not meeting my eyes and stairing at the her glass.
Her words shook me to my core. If I had been sober, I might have been angry as hell but the liquid inside me got me so inubriated that it totally flushed out my ability to react angrily.
“Why ?? I am your dad and you know well it’s a sin, between you and I. It’s forbidden. What led you to do this ? did someone influenced you to do this ??”, I always had these question but now I could finally get the answers
I knew it was not the time to quench my curiosity but I felt that knowing everything might help me understand and tackle the situation better.
“It’s not wrong and it’s your love that influenced me.”, She shocked me more with this reply.
“I love you for sure but it’s not the love between a husband and a wife. It’s the love between a father and a daughter.”, I emphasised.
“No it’s not father daughter love. It’s not. I know this and you know this too.”, she looked straight into my eyes with her piercing gaze.
“What do you know?? haan ?? what do you know? What the hell are you talking about? Do you know? What tha… .”
“I know you are not my dad. I know who you are and what you are and you are not my dad.”. She burst into crying as she made another revelation cutting me off in the middle of my sentence.
I hugged her tight.
I understood now why liquor is called the liquid courage. Things that had been inside us for a long time but never said because we were to ashamed or to afraid to talk about had come out. I had always felt a thin layer of ice between us. I could feel that layer melting away and things being more transparent now. Liquor had made us lose control of our emotions and disabled any and all vails that we had between us for various reasons.
To be continued…..
© summerof2000
