I was staring at the packet of cigarettes like a child deprieved of candies.
The trauma inside my head was pounding at a pace no speed could match.
Later in the day,the words I read seemed crystal clear,like a photographic memory.
I regretted why did I see the phone at first place,I wish I had never known of such a thing. Life was nearly alright and i was striving to make every bit of it perfect. But now ,the conversation I'd read,I was devastated. They talked like two couples,madly in love,dying of each other's thirst and maddenning seduction. It had ran the earth I stood on.
The cigarette packet looked tempting.
The thing i loathed was calling me now in its arms,ready to forgive and forget and getting lost.
I ensured my door was locked. I picked out one shining piece from the Marlboro packet,took the lighter and rushed to the washroom. the person i was looking at the bathroom mirror was bright eyed,wickedly smiling.
I did my step,started the lighter,it started flickering. Then took the cigarette in between my lips like a gangster and drew it closer o the flicker. Then inhaled,the red flame ignited at the end.
I anticipated the smoke to come out. what actually came was a fit of cough."Damn the google results!",the internet results on how to smoke are not always reliable,you know.
After first and second failed puffs,I was able to manage clean smoke from my mouth,and a little tinge at my tonsil gland.
I knew then I'm smoking.
The burden was lightened,atlast.