The day's jobs were over. Its time to go back home, where my mom is waiting. Her anxious call had already reached me. The time is 7.55PM. The slight drizzle along with the refreshing breeze flowing have made an ideal ambience for me to have a cigarette, which I had restrained since I came to ghy.
I am walking my way home. I got my cigarette which was as usual Gold Flake kings. The first puff went in and I could feel the smoke rushing happily through my throat and reaching my lungs and taking its own pleasant time in visiting the crevices and precipes of my lungs before it left me through my lips in the form an unheard whistle. The smoke once out of my mouth tried hard to retain its shape which though, soon faded away into the wind. A smoke after such long is really wonderful.
The sky above is star-less and the moon is nowhere to be seen, may be hidden beneath the clouds. The air is pleasant and slightly chilling. But I as usual am sweating.
My self assigned deadline to reach home is 8:15PM. Its 8:05PM already. With the smoke whistling out of my mouth, I started to observe the people whom I was crossing by.
A couple sped by in a bike. The warm cuddle into which the biker was clutched by his pilion rider, a cute girl (which I am just guessing from her long hair that was waving with the wind),as he sped by, gave me a happy smile for reasons unknown.
I see an old man standing on the pavement, in dhoti and vests with a grumpy face. Could not guess what could have been the source of his anguish. May be the tiring old age is taking its toll on him.
Krishna Bhandar: This is the name of the shop I just passed by. Inside, the shopkeeper was staring mysteriously at a Parle G biscuit packet. Inside a tailor's shop I saw a girl concentrating hard on her sewing machine. Saw two small kids walking hand in hand, childhood dosti huh. Nice. A guy overtook me just now holding a mobile near his ear and talking quite audibly. I overheard "Jaan, Listen na..Arrey Jaan.. " Talking with his girl friend may be, and guessing by his tone, she is quite pissed at him . A possible 'Break up' scenario for the dude. "Bete aur tej bhaag. " A pack of roadside romeos resting on a damp, yellow stained wall, smoking and whistling.
Strange people around huh. Only ,we never observe.
Tired rickshaw pullers , bicycle riders and cars crowd the road which was occupied at places by muddy water pools.
8:10PM. Splash! Shit man! My pair of jeans got drenched just now, with muddy water by a speeding Sumo. My home is close now. I am quite wet with sweat already .The sweat is dripping through my bows and threatening to drop on my spectacles. My mom's handkerchief came to my rescue.
The cigarette is almost over now and so I disposed it. Time to chew a centre-fresh and allow it a decent chance to wipe out the remnants of the vice I just committed.
8:15PM. I am outside my home. Waved at dad who just went out in the car.
8:16PM:Inside home. Time to take a warm bath and then read P.G Wodehouse's Big Money.
I am walking my way home. I got my cigarette which was as usual Gold Flake kings. The first puff went in and I could feel the smoke rushing happily through my throat and reaching my lungs and taking its own pleasant time in visiting the crevices and precipes of my lungs before it left me through my lips in the form an unheard whistle. The smoke once out of my mouth tried hard to retain its shape which though, soon faded away into the wind. A smoke after such long is really wonderful.
The sky above is star-less and the moon is nowhere to be seen, may be hidden beneath the clouds. The air is pleasant and slightly chilling. But I as usual am sweating.
My self assigned deadline to reach home is 8:15PM. Its 8:05PM already. With the smoke whistling out of my mouth, I started to observe the people whom I was crossing by.
A couple sped by in a bike. The warm cuddle into which the biker was clutched by his pilion rider, a cute girl (which I am just guessing from her long hair that was waving with the wind),as he sped by, gave me a happy smile for reasons unknown.
I see an old man standing on the pavement, in dhoti and vests with a grumpy face. Could not guess what could have been the source of his anguish. May be the tiring old age is taking its toll on him.
Krishna Bhandar: This is the name of the shop I just passed by. Inside, the shopkeeper was staring mysteriously at a Parle G biscuit packet. Inside a tailor's shop I saw a girl concentrating hard on her sewing machine. Saw two small kids walking hand in hand, childhood dosti huh. Nice. A guy overtook me just now holding a mobile near his ear and talking quite audibly. I overheard "Jaan, Listen na..Arrey Jaan.. " Talking with his girl friend may be, and guessing by his tone, she is quite pissed at him . A possible 'Break up' scenario for the dude. "Bete aur tej bhaag. " A pack of roadside romeos resting on a damp, yellow stained wall, smoking and whistling.
Strange people around huh. Only ,we never observe.
Tired rickshaw pullers , bicycle riders and cars crowd the road which was occupied at places by muddy water pools.
8:10PM. Splash! Shit man! My pair of jeans got drenched just now, with muddy water by a speeding Sumo. My home is close now. I am quite wet with sweat already .The sweat is dripping through my bows and threatening to drop on my spectacles. My mom's handkerchief came to my rescue.
The cigarette is almost over now and so I disposed it. Time to chew a centre-fresh and allow it a decent chance to wipe out the remnants of the vice I just committed.
8:15PM. I am outside my home. Waved at dad who just went out in the car.
8:16PM:Inside home. Time to take a warm bath and then read P.G Wodehouse's Big Money.
4 comments:
what is that dead line for?
its a self imposed dead line to keep my parents happy. :)
cigarette smoking is injurious 2 health..m evn mre,if u like it in such a lyrical manner
@mr/miss anonymous..
Cig is injurious.. but for the drunken mind its food for thought..
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