Flowing through like a symphony!!

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The tingling sound of the ice hitting the glass. Few small solid blocks lay on top of one another. The bottle just creaked as its owner just screwed the cap out of it. Soon, the beholder tilted the bottle and the liquid arched its way into the glass. It was as if the viscous liquid spent years caged & it could not resist the happiness as it flowed. The ice cubes grew smaller & the whisky trying to recriminate the space in the glass. It was teasing the observer with the sight. This on the occasion when i enjoyed my favourite whisky!!!!