Twelve occasions when a teetotaller strayed into tipsiness—and life, in return, unfolded some of its most intriguing chapters. Each chapter, like a measured 60 ml, brims with experience—rich, potent, and lingering, while the remaining 30 ml is lost to seepage and spillage, much like the fleeting moments we fail to hold on to. This is not a book that promises a heady intoxication; instead, it offers something subtler—a gentle warmth, a quiet reflection, and a slow, unmistakable sense of being tipsy on life itself.