I don’t know what bring on the reaction but there, lying in front of me, was that pack of cigarettes and I could almost imagine, like in a movie, watching out of compulsion as one observes another stranger doing an action and a thought registers in one’s mind: this is not me; I am not responsible for this. It was with that nonchalance I saw myself extending my hand surreptitiously towards this packet and just stealing one cigarette. No one would know and it would be so quick and of course, no one will ever be suspicious of me. Maybe it was because I was really frustrated at work as I had just started my internship, and there were a lot of issues disagreeing with me and sometimes I just loathed everything about my workplace. Being such an avid hater of smoking, I don’t know why suddenly I felt that serious need to just grab one cigarette and experience that raw taste. Maybe sometimes that is how we avenge the wrong being done to us; we rebel against our own self. That remains the only medium that we feel in control of, we want to do all the great injustices of the world against us.
The next day I professed this in front my family and each of them had a different reaction. My sister in law just laughed plainly and my mom gave me a piece of her mind. My brother though said that we should experiment with it. So the next night, I found myself with a cigarette that my brother bought for this occasion of mutiny. He lighted it and hold it in his hand while I moved forward to take my first puff ever and inhale, not too deeply. I blew out but didn’t see any smoke for that matter. I felt oddly apprehensive and some wild exhilaration at the same time. The next puff was a bit deeper but still, except for a raw burning bitter taste and the feeling as if I had swallowed some ashes and slight coughing, nothing came. No beautiful display of perfect smoky circles for me really!!! So that was that I thought, oddly relieved. I don’t think I will try it again in near future, because for now, my hunger and need for exploration is quenched reasonably.
“It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.”
― Vladimir Nabokov
You know that one moment, when you lock eyes with your very first love, and it leaves you all breathless, and you feel this…….Oh wait, wait, wait, I don’t think this is any respectful way to start a story about my first love, Let’s start it a proper way with a nice “Once upon a time” beginning and a “Lived happily after” ending.
So let’s go back into this bright summer noon, when i was busy and totally unaware of what awaited me in just very near future. I was quite young, almost in like 5th grade or something and was busy doing what the kids usually do then (this will do as a filler) and then the bell rang! I was trying my level best to ignore it until my mom, through her unvarying screaming, made it almost impossible to do it.
So well, I went to the door to inquire who it was. On the other side of the door, was a saleswoman who had the most brilliant and absolute beauty in her hand.
Lo and behold! It was a 12 stories set with a beautiful illustration that made my heart skipped a beat and I could just feel that it belonged with me, right that instant. I was totally speechless and it was then that mom showed up to see what was going on. She saw the saleswoman and the object of my love, but like all the famous villains that ever existed, she shooed away this kind lady and totally stopped me from closing the deal, while I stood there utterly nonplussed and sad.
I remain sad and forlorn for quite sometime but then as they say: This too, shall pass!
Well after sometime we were visiting my aunt and GUESS WHATTTTTTTTTTT? She told me she had a surprise gift for me, because as I loved to read, she immediately thought of me when she saw the thing! And it was none other than : MY FIRST LOVE!!!! And never had I loved her more than how much I loved her that instant and I totally threw a very sarcastic ( O.o) and self satisfactory glance at my mom !! 😀
It was in the very starting of the formation, that everything was created. It was a lustful world then with list ful of things to woo one. However, soon everything become a cliche, because it was now considered very mundane as well and the attractiveness of everything was vanishing. It was then that the scope of terms like “Taken for granted” came about.
This angered the creator because for him nothing was that simple, it took hours of contemplation and hard work -so he thus put the curse of nothing upon the World!
It was later on that the compassion of creator took the best of his anger, and thus to neutralize things something was created. It was then the humans actually took the chance of understanding things and fate helped then learn as well through its occasional cosmic jokes with all the pun intended.