Smoking is Injurious to Heart

This is the third instalment on my smoking journey, and it’s now been a 

month since I last had my ciggu. We all know that smoking is hazardous to our health, but recently I discovered that it can also be injurious to the heart —emotionally, that is—through two unforgettable experiences.

Links of first two instalments 

https://downpourcreations.blogspot.com/2011/07/smokers-delight.html     https://downpourcreations.blogspot.com/2011/04/cigarette-smoking-is-injurious-to.html

The Unexpected Cigarette Gift

 

One cold winter night, at an odd hour, a non-smoker friend surprised me with a pack of cigarettes. Smokers will understand the significance of this gesture in winter—it’s practically a lifeline. Honestly, I had already given up the thought of smoking that night, assuming all the paan shops were closed. But this unexpected gift caught me off guard. My friend called it “going the extra mile,” but for me, it was an injury to the heart—an emotional one.

 

In life, we encounter many moments that touch our hearts, but this gesture struck me in a way that felt more impactful than any effects of smoking. It wasn’t just a thoughtful gift—it was an emotional surprise I didn’t see coming.

 

Sharing a Cigarette with Her

 

Sharing is a lesson we learn in many walks of life, but sharing a cigarette with a beautiful woman takes it to another level. कई साल पहले सुना था की एक नशे पर दूसरा नशा नहीं करना चाहिए, मतलब उस दिन समझ आया | 

एक आतिश जमाल हसीना और उस पर cigarette, दोहरा नशा तो होना ही था |

 

She was stunning, and combined with the cigarette, it was a double intoxication. I’ve shared cigarettes with countless people, but the pleasure of sharing it with her was something else. It wasn’t the nicotine that got me—it was the lip balm. More potent than any nicotine ever made, her lip balm made me feel weaker than I’d ever felt, though I’ve held that cigarette with pride so many times before. Forget vitamin E—this was vitamin P.

 

Somehow, I survived the “attack” of the lip balm, but the next day, I was done in by another puff. This time, it was the red lipstick on the cigarette butt. Normally, the filter is the part you discard without a second thought, but this one—stained with her lipstick—felt priceless. The very thing I always liked, the cigarette filter, was now an injury to my heart.

 

 

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