Holding the cig in two fingers & putting those glasses off believe me "fingers crossed", all I was thinking about was only to take that one puff, "Ignitor' please", I asked. Ofcourse he didn't understand so I tried again "Can I get a lighter please ?", "there you go, take it", he replied, It was in a very good condition that it could burn a house or a man alive but ofcourse all I wanted was to use it for lighting my cig. My feet is totally cold, shivering and trembling by not because of the weather but maybe because of social fear and anxiety. Little did I know he's still observing me, "want a cup of hot tea ? " he asked maybe he thought it would bring me some comfort "No thanks", I replied. The only thing I don't like in a cig is the smell of tobacco because getting caught by my parents because of its smell is my worst nightmare anyway I didn't know that I need to drag a puff while I was lighting it so instead I've burnt an inch of my cig like a candle and sat on a bench ordered a grape juice just because my friend once told me there is no better combination in this world and its time for that one puff and there you go, ''Ecstacy'' that is what it felt like when I breathe in & breathe out the smoke, it felt as if my soul left the body it was a very different experience and in no time I took the second, third and fourth and now it was my 100th cig it was a ton of good experience and I was enjoying my life but there is a concern that every time I wanted that one puff I also wanted to stop with that or atleast I don't want to smoke at all just because fear of what will happen to me if I continue for a long time and more than that what will happen if my parents came to know of my secret life, ofcourse it'll disturb the harmony of how the things are going so I figured it's a battle between that one puff and nothing, moreover If I was given a chance to relive that moment of my first cig I will definitely choose not to take that one puff because I know it will not be my last.
She is innocent ! Her innocence is love Her love is tough Her toughness is blessing Her blessings are thoughts Her thoughts are emotions Her emotions are bliss Her bliss is her ego Her ego is her anger Her anger is an affliction Her pain is a sin Her sin is a demolition But "innocent" , still she is.
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