He lights up a cigarette.Inhales slowly. The smoke reaches deep inside him,every nook and corner. It unearths and unwraps: Father’s bashings, mother’s hopes, bitter promises, pointed regrets, sleepy dreams and unpolished genius. An exhale.The puff carries away all those thoughts and horrible memories. An escape it was, at first and then a habit it became.
P.S- This one is for an old friend who not only refuses to give up the habit of smoking but advocates it too!!