Aunt Vie and her Happy Bottle

This is a story I wrote while I was visiting my parents back home in Kathmandu, Nepal in 2008. We had no electricity at the time, so I came up with the story in my head to pass the time and the next morning once the power was back on I wrote it down on my mother's old laptop. This story is based on a character representing pseudo ME and my fantasy. Of course at that time I was about 22 years old experiencing the various effects of alcohol - the good, the bad and the Ugly. Aunt Vie was an escape, to find solace in my wrongdoings and imagine a future with alcohol, love, passion and happiness together. Looking back at this story, I do believe that Aunt Vie meant much to me than just an escape, she was the truth. It is not about being and promoting alcoholism, but it is representing so much more of what we do not know or see behind a person's being and existing in that moment. Are we true to ourselves? Where do you go and hide? Where or with whom do we find solace in? Nothing is as it seems and I have learnt that we have to give everyone and everything the benefit of the doubt as they and as we all have our own Happy Bottle that defines us!