The skies blinked an intense blue, polished blemish-free by an overzealous worker of the stratosphere. The azure sky, bathes all with a warm golden light. The sunny glow heady, infectious. Oranges hang low. The air fragrant with the sweet smell of fruit. The wine sparkles, the colors deep. The vibrant hues of the salad…Eyes half closed, easy to slip into this surreal world.
Food alchemists swirl and infuse aromas with colors and textures…Wine steeped pears glisten in the vapors of musk, distilled brandy drizzles on peaches. Slices of steak gleam gold-rimmed with each cut. Moist, succulent, tender. Am giddy in the haze with hints of saffron, truffle, squirts of lemon, blueberry .
Intoxicated by the layered sensuousness, I waft into a dream like state. I lift my head to look at the hand serving me. Through half closed eyes, I see his name: Arnaldus de Villa Nova, alchemist.
Rupali Gupta
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