Heavy glow of the moonlight fell on me and i was on the streets where hustle bustle lived in the morning and diffrent smells of the day lingered in the air in the night. The road had water from the ice slabs which were kept on the roadside to keep the fishes fresh...THe warm summer breeze was so comforting and i could smell cigarette smoke, someone was smoking, somewhere.
I searched my pocket for a cigarette and found a broken one and after a few artistic moves, it was as good as new, smaller in size, but good to go.
But as always, there was no matchbox, i searched by backpack and pockets and searched them again if i could find one....and i did. But there was no box, only a matchstick. THe urge to smoke was overpowering my drunk self and i wanted to light the bloody match.
First, i tried the moonlight, with great concentration, one eye closed i looked at the matchstick....between my thumb and forefinger was the only thing that could save me tonight....and i lifted my hand towards the moon hoping its light would set it alight.....i screwed my face and....nothing. I guess moonlight aint that hot.
I searched my pocket for a cigarette and found a broken one and after a few artistic moves, it was as good as new, smaller in size, but good to go.
But as always, there was no matchbox, i searched by backpack and pockets and searched them again if i could find one....and i did. But there was no box, only a matchstick. THe urge to smoke was overpowering my drunk self and i wanted to light the bloody match.
First, i tried the moonlight, with great concentration, one eye closed i looked at the matchstick....between my thumb and forefinger was the only thing that could save me tonight....and i lifted my hand towards the moon hoping its light would set it alight.....i screwed my face and....nothing. I guess moonlight aint that hot.
So i looked around for a box...none, not even in the garbage pile nearby. My head was buzzing now and i was finding it difficult to breath. I WANTED TO SMOKE. so i saw this rock and i sat down on it ...and this idea suddenly struck me...the rock!!! like in the old movies....so i started striking and rubbing the matchstick on the rock, and half of it was gone....still nothing. .....Frustrated, i threw the matchstick on the road, and took a stone nearby and threw it,....and i saw sparks when it hit the road....EUREKA!!!
I was aiming for the matchstick on the road and throwing rocks at it, hoping at least ONE would create the park i needed in my life and set the fire alight!! After many tries, tired, i sat down. Looking at the cigarette...i smelled it.....and the urge to smoke was at its peak....and i could smell all the Rum i had had in my sweat and breath....i was breathing out rum vapors.
I was feeling so sad...i was going, and a few hours back i relived my early years where we could think nothing but ego issues related to who can drink more and who has touched 100kms per hour on the highway riding the bike. I dont want to be there again, but its fun to go back and pretend you can still get drunk and have race back home running with all your might and the alcohol enegizing you...And the worst part of these days are when you start walking back home.....and you find a broken cigarette, make it god to go....and there is no fuckin' light but this lonely road, a cigarette, smells, and heavy glow from the full bright moon.
I wanted to cry, but i took a deep breath...in one last attempt i looked around hoping to find a matchbox....no luck. I guess sometimes its better not to find a few things, they are good while they last..
I threw the cigarette away and started walking back home, and then midway, i got a messege, it read "it was really good....i hope we all can meet up again sometime...cheers" I smiled and kept the phone back and there was something else in my pocket....WAIT!!! was it.....
YES!! it was!!...it was a lighter!! A gas lighter which can be used to light a smoke.....i ran back to the same place, and i ran like hell and i reached there panting...and i looked around for the place where i last was and where i flicked the artistic cigarette....and then i found it...
It was wet, yellow and soggy. The water from the morning's ice was smoking the cigarette. I had a lighter now...but no cigarette.
There is no use running for something which has made you run so much....some smokes are better left soggy i guess....Suddenly, i just wanted to go home and sleep and never bother about smoking broken cigarettes again.
I wanted to cry, but i took a deep breath...in one last attempt i looked around hoping to find a matchbox....no luck. I guess sometimes its better not to find a few things, they are good while they last..
I threw the cigarette away and started walking back home, and then midway, i got a messege, it read "it was really good....i hope we all can meet up again sometime...cheers" I smiled and kept the phone back and there was something else in my pocket....WAIT!!! was it.....
YES!! it was!!...it was a lighter!! A gas lighter which can be used to light a smoke.....i ran back to the same place, and i ran like hell and i reached there panting...and i looked around for the place where i last was and where i flicked the artistic cigarette....and then i found it...
It was wet, yellow and soggy. The water from the morning's ice was smoking the cigarette. I had a lighter now...but no cigarette.
There is no use running for something which has made you run so much....some smokes are better left soggy i guess....Suddenly, i just wanted to go home and sleep and never bother about smoking broken cigarettes again.
what you cant expect things to be funny all the times**
Thats all folks!!
