It’s amazing how our tastes and preferences change with time and most of the time we are not even aware of the fact that we have changed. I am sure most of you can relate to the experience of suddenly finding out that you somehow no longer have same opinion about things you did only recently. I too had such an encounter recently. It was this experience with Tequila I had that made me think about such changes in me. There was a time when it was one of my favorite drinks but nowadays, while going through the drink list I feel my face cringing when my eyes land up on the tequila. I have no Idea how this change came over me neither can I say the exact date the change came over me. Had anyone asked me a year ago about my preference for these fiery drink it would have toped the list of favorites.
I clearly remember those days when my eyes would light up at the prospect of having a couple of Tequila shots. Then the feel of that fiery liquid going down my throat and the dizziness that came after it simply was out of this world. Every thing connected with Tequila was heaven indeed. From the container to the glass, even the salt and the lemon tasted different with it.
Since it would be totally insane to say that the Tequila has changed I guess it is me who’s been on the changing end. Surprisingly I have no regrets about it. These days I like to with a glass of whisky or better still wine. Taking small sips at a time and feeling the effect of every sip. Gone are the days when I would compete with my friends and feel proud of myself on the occasions I outnumbered the number of shots taken in the group. Gone are those days leaving only the memory behind because I am sure I will never enjoy Tequila in the future like I did in during those green days. Now there is no competition and I am only interested in enjoying myself. I guess age or rather maturity plays a role in determining our choices. As there is nothing else I can think of that could bring about these changes. This is only one example of the changes I have found within me. I clearly remember a time when I things were either good or bad, right or wrong and I was unaware of the term middle of the road. Suddenly now everywhere I look black and white has disappeared and grey has replaced it. These changes are far more difficult to come to terms with in comparison to the change in my drink list.
– Pratichya Dulal
