Memories from a Time..
“Have you ever loved anyone?” she asked me. And, to be honest, I didn’t know what to say. It was an old place, one which was handed down from generations. The manager of the bar, Mile, was an old friend & so he didn’t mind me hanging around there. I used to tell him that I used to hang around his bar looking for inspiration. I used to tell him that the hordes of people who come down to his place, each with their own stories and sorrows and joys made me feel great. But he knew, as did I, deep in my heart, that I was there only because of the alcohol. But, was that the only reason? I wonder I met her in the bar itself. She was a journalist, who had started with a local newspaper. When she saw me she couldn’t believe her luck. You see, I am a bit of a local celebrity. I am a writer and my books are fairly popular, in their own, pulp fiction sort of way. So, naturally, she was excited to interview me; while I, on the other hand, despised such interviews. But I thought wha