HEAVEN ON EARTH

50TH STORY...................

I inhaled it once again, closed my eyes, felt the air and exhaled the cloud of white dense heaven. It went up, and up and then disappeared like it never existed.

 

I looked down and thought, ‘This is heaven, between my fingers, slowly burning its own soul to give pleasure to its owner, sacrifice. Heaven in just 10 bugs!’ I smiled and took in the air through it again.

They call it poison, they call it death, but they don’t know that to reach heaven, death is the ticket. 

Once more I took in the breath of this magic stick, enjoyed it and let it enjoyed by my every organ inside and then let it out. That cloud of mine was inhaled by the air nearby as fast as I could through it from my mouth. Air enjoyed the pleasure which I was enjoying. Air was thirsty for more but I let it to wait for it. I know why air was doing so because it also wanted to forget. Forget the bad memories; forget the loved ones……

My parents feels that I have wasted my life, my time, my grades and more importantly their money, their ‘hard’ earned money in these cigarettes. My girlfriend left me alone with my cigarettes because she felt I love them more than her. Bitch. My parents arranged my marriage with someone whom I even don’t know. They wanted to just release the load off their shoulders. They won.

  

I don’t know from where, my life again flourished. I smiled! After a long period I sensed my lips straightened. My angel came, my little sweet daughter. I was so busy with her that I even forget my heaven.

I puffed again to hide my tears behind my red eyes. As I told you earlier that heaven can’t be reached without being dead. I was dead again because my angel died. Doctors, the savior, say that her lungs got swallowed because of the foul smell of cigarettes.

I threw back the air of heaven, no, this can’t be a heaven, this is hell but I am used to of this hell and I deserve this hell. My cloud disappears in the air like it never existed. Oh god! Why these memories disappear just like it never existed.

All I could do was to cry and finish the packets of cigarettes……………..