My friend died of cancer.
He was the one with whom I had taken the first puff of cigarette.It took me around 2 months to learn the art of smoking.It was fun at the beginning and it developed as an addiction gradually.
I was an anti social creature.I hardly opened up with anyone.When I felt comfortable with anyone,I opened up myself.And people with whom I opened up were like “God,I never thought you were also a man of humor.” He was one of them.I always had a deep desire within me to adjust myself in peer circles.Most of my friends were smokers.
As I started smoking , my friends circle increased dramatically.We always had to find a way to smoke,hide the odor in our mouth and keep the secret.We walked for minutes till we found a safe place to smoke and while walking we talked in between.As we released the smoke in the air we discussed about our problems,goals in life and some of the philosophies that fascinated us.
After two years of smoking,I decided to quit smoking.It took me around 3 months to do so.
His death was like a sudden wind struck for me.I was broken.
That night I bought a packet of cigarette.I kept it on my table.It was his favorite brand of cigarette.I went to the balcony and kept the cigarette there.
I tried to pull out one stick of cigarette.My heart started thumping loudly.
“No, donot move forward. Donot touch that shit again.” said my heart.
I moved backward.
His memories become more vivid . Our togetherness started dancing infront of my life like a climax in a movie scene.
“The smoke has bad odor.It affects your lungs but however it soothes your soul buddy.Some people are like cigarettes.They have bad odor,they affect you negatively.However, they relax your brain and soothe your soul as well.”
I could hear these words that he had imparted to me.
Hastily,I pulled out a cigarette and started smoking.I was relaxed.
“No.Buddy drop that shit.I was weak and I took cigarettes to escape.I was not strong enough to deal with my problems in a creative approach.Take the next path.” yelled his soul in the flames of the cigarette.
I immediately dropped the cigarette.
I took the bag of cigarette and crunched it ruthlessly.
“Go away bastard.You snatched my friend.” I yelled at the bag of cigarette and threw it away.