In Brinda Subba’s words

Every morning, I watched the same scene. People rushing to work with coffee in one hand and worries in the other. Some smiled even though they were tired. Some carried dreams no one could see. Some had already lost hope but still showed up, because life doesn't stop. One day, I realized that this is exactly what a cocktail is. I chose vodka because, like many of us, it starts clear and unnoticed. It doesn't demand a…