Wine is an acquired taste , dear . I remember my mother insisting my dad about sharing a glass of wine with her which my father refused ten times already. And then she goes , Wine is an acquired taste , dear . You are missing out on something good just because of hesitation and unwillingness to try out something new.
Those words repeated in the back of my mind. Acquired taste. When I came here , uh-huh actually when I was brought here forcefully umm no sent here willingly my defences were on so much so that I couldn't distinguish or identify what was right for me . I couldn't identify how brilliant this man was due to my negligence , my lack of interest. This man was an acquired taste for me. Slowly how the wheels turned and I started changing in ways my earlier self wouldn't had imagin
