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Aged Champagne

I am no wine connoisseur and can scarcely tell the difference between the good, the bad and the ugly. When J was born, R (my ex) bought this bottle of Moet Chandon to celebrate the occasion. Just when he was about to uncork, I thought it might be a good idea to preserve this 2001 for a significant milestone in J's life. We were both thinking graduation but wondered if champagnes aged well or could even be kept that long.

However, we stored it away. That bottle of champagne has traveled across continents over the years and is like a talisman for me. R and I have long since parted ways making it a living relic of an antiquated past. Everything that was true of the time when we bought is no longer true.

The definition of a significant milestone has changed too. When the right man comes to stay in my life and R has her first real birthday ensconced by a loving family would be the occasion to celebrate with vintage bubbly. I am happy to know that champagne ages well too. I am sure mine will have nursed as it has been with so much hope, love, loss and pain.

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Priyamvada_K said…
When the right man comes to stay in my life and R has her first real birthday ensconced by a loving family

Don't you think J already has a loving family and her birthdays are just as real?

Do you think the family you have is incomplete somehow? I think the fairy tales we read as children makes some part of us still wait for that knight in shining armor.....

Priya.
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