Strange things happen between alertness and highness — in a state of semi drunkenness. In between drinks and strains of bad music. Between the paneer and the tongue. Being the salami or the buttered side in a photo-op. Or when waiting in the lounge for the boarding call. Moments of almost bonding can be nice.
Happiness is in new friendship. It is the strange feeling of ‘wish I’d talked to them before’, knowing very well that I might not have liked them had I bonded before now, but the possibilities of a ‘perhaps’ can be like the rising rum against the coke in the aorta.
