the dark wine!!!

a wine...not the golden french ...or the purple scottish one...it is dark...dark as night...
can't call it the sweetest...the recipe is vague and strange...with no match with other ones of its kind....but it's unique...with it's strange flavor.....yet to be tasted....
wait..wait...you will have to hold your glasses a little longer...the first sip is yet a bit away...coz it's yet to be corked!!!
a couple of uncapped pens....an open book...wires running around in all random directions...a few smelly little pieces of clothes....spread out in the most random pattern ever possible....
MESSED!!!!!!!.
that's how my table address itself....and so is my life...
nothing was ever planned...or nothing went down like the ones sketched down on a drawing board....
it was all like a jigsaw....at times falling in it place...or at time forming strange dirty patterns....
but...i have no complains...and so is my master...my mold...my brand...my dad...ACHU!!!
the uniqueness starts from how i call him...it may sound like a typical south indian girl friend's pamper word...or even her nick name...anyway not a dad in the wildest fantasy story that you have heard....
strange...naa??
ya..he is strange...like me...like my life...
from the days of my bruised knees...through the days of my broken heart...till now...this moment...he was the same...
he never asked me to strike gold in any common rat race...he never asked me to knock down the opponent in
any ring...he never gave dead lines...no finishing lap..no chequered flag...he let it the way it comes...and so it went...
it was in no means a flawless road...and no means a path worth to be followed...
gutters pulled me down at times...and roses paved my ways at times... whether to clap..or to hold...it was the same pair of hands...his!!...he welcomed my tears and and trophies with the same warmth!!

a strange wine...not a mead...made in a strange way...with none of the usual ingredients....as i said earlier...it is yet to be bottled....so..wait....it's just a bit away from your lip... the dark wine...and hail the chef...not for it taste...but...