150 Seconds and A Cigarette

                Winter mornings may not be beautiful infallibly. Literature says, 'The Mood and the Character of a person is determined by the weather and the place he resides in'. Quoting examples from many short stories and poems I had proved this theory while I was studying literature a long ago. I experience those sayings only now. I was carefree and happy during my teen age. Teen's happiness are meant to be slain by post-teen hardships and I had to leave my village in order to work for my living. MNCs have their own techniques to suck out the humane quality and to turn humans into machines. Actually, We don't live but just exist.

           It's around 8.30 am and I'm 5 kms behind my workplace to which I have to reach before 9. It may seem inquisitive to know whether 30 mins is required to cross just 5 kms.This is a hustling city with moving wheels and unmoving minds where morning travels are like swimming against the waves. To relieve myself from this anxiety I decided to smoke. I smoke occasionally. Since there were 147 red seconds to pass, I ignited my Gold Flake Kings. I started to suck up the smoke inside me. The Oxygen in the atmosphere was absorbed by the tip of my cigarette. Have you ever experienced that feel, when some amount of oxygen passes through tobacco..?  The air would get stuck with the moisture of your mouth and a warm heap of smoke would pass through your throat causing a tickle there and would fill your lung with Nicotine and few other chemicals. I love this moment and this cigarette.

            With my eyes closed I engulfed another puff while the universe threw up something in my mind. There were still 89 seconds on the signal board and many cars before mine. Since I have to stare at the Desktops screen every moment I failed to admire nature over a longer period in spite of my aesthetics. I've got a chance now.. 80 seconds and a half Cigarette is left in my hand.. I opened the windshield of my wheel and stared at the sky after a long time. It seems as if she has chosen to wear her dark outfit. Mother Birds were still with their nestlings expecting a rain. Clouds got impregnated by the sea and the sky was about to deliver and foist her infants to the earth in an unstealthy manner. Poor mother..! She couldn't even take care of her children. I wish I were a kid for I could boundlessly stare at the sky without any time limits but it isn't possible. With keen eyes I caught a droplet of rain descending at a velocity of 20 meters per hour which fell on the flame of the cigarette.The succeeding drops started kissing my hands and I exhaled the entire smoke to inhale that amonous petrichor. The happiness of that moment came to an end when the cacophony of horns started. I came back to this hustling world where the signal has 3 more seconds to pass. And again I'm lost in this jostling world. Again I have to do the same which I did yesterday.. A Cigar turns itself to ash just to satisfy us. While satisfying other's needs I lost myself.. My self..