It was 1 o’clock on a Thursday night. I was there alone on the terrace of my apartment building, walking off a typical working day’s stress. In a world of Personifications, I was not alone. I was with my best friend. Actually, she was there for me, hiding in one of my trouser pockets. Like a little child playing hide and seek, she hid herself there giggling, even though she knew I knew where she was because I was the one who put her in there. Yet, she hid there; she knew I would kill her. But she would not give up so easily. She had a plan to kill me in return.
Now as my nicotine-quest was rising alarmingly, partly accompanied by the knowledge of her presence, I reached for her. She jumped out of her little golden colored box happily; she was not scared anymore; she would take her revenge; later. I did not care. After all she was my best friend. She would die for me. I knew she would. So, I set fire to her head. It made me happy. I sucked her blood. I loved it. This act brought great relief into my soul; the relief a vampire feels when he tastes blood for the first time after a thousand years of hibernation. I enjoyed it. I sucked hard. No more pain. Pleasure. Relief.
Burn. Burn. Ash. Ash. Smoke. Smoke. Relax. Think. Think. Tap. Think. Smoke. Smoke. Burn. Burn. Ash. Burn. Relax. Think. Think. Abuse. Smile. Free. Tap. Tap. Burn. Smoke. Ash. Smoke…
Without a word spoken, I had shared everything with her; my pain and pleasure, my despair and joy, my anguish and comfort. She was my best friend. At that moment I loved her more than myself.
For some reason, I had a feeling that she was becoming happier every time I sucked her blood in, despite the pain I was causing her. Her head brightly glowing, she was laughing. It was not the laughter of a weakling; it was enormous; terrifying; she was stronger than me; yet I was killing her. She was still laughing. I sucked her blood faster in anguish. Even as most of her body was now dark-grayish ash she was still laughing.
When she was almost into ashes, this little friend of mine grinned and said “You may have me killed now. You don’t have much time left to join me in hell because the blood of mine you were sucking will take care of your throat and lungs. My siblings in those boxes will find my blood inside you. Today I die. Tomorrow they will take revenge for me. You will die soon. But, do not hate me for I made you happy. All that I ask from you is very little in return.”
I put her debris under my foot, did her last rituals, smiled and said “Die, die, die my darling”.
I looked at the golden colored box which read ‘Gold Flake. Kings. Honeydew blend. Smoking kills. Tobacco causes Cancer’
“I will never smoke again”, I whispered, though not for the first time.
Disclaimer 1: All the characters are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to myself, anybody or anything living or dead is totally coincidental.
Disclaimer 2: Do not come to any conclusion. I cannot be held responsible for misinterpretations.
P.S.: Read the disclaimers carefully.
Awesome stuff.. very well written.
Thanks man 🙂
Leave it Pondy to take a ‘Dirty and unhealthy’ deed and make it into a pondy~! 😀
Dae… from the looks of it…! you will leave sex freely! and go for a cigarette! 😀
i bet a thousandth of my monthly salary! you had an orgasm while writing this!!
I have added ‘P.S.’ to clarify all your doubts 😉
and btw what are you, co-owner of Google? a thousandth of your salary it seems! 😛
This reminds me of …. one of the fwd’s in my bin …
WHY I HATE MEN
I hate men because they bring me into alleys,dance halls,taverns and bedrooms.
They press me and feel me all over with their fingers.
After they got me hot, they hold me with their lips and drag the life out of me.
When they got what they want,they throw me aside, and I am only good for tramps.
Why should they take advantage of my white body?
After all…….I am only a CIGARETTE!!!
chance illa thala…super !
Man Really This Stuff Was Hot n the way u coined the term so called “Dracula, sucking blood”, Man All Passionate Smokers Have Same Such Feeling”. U Stole most of My Words in this Blog. Really Awesome. 🙂
mama..kalakittada…innoru Kannadasane English ku ketachittan..intha nattuku kitachitaan….
songs ezhutha try pannu machi….oruthan illa oruthanavadhu un songs a kettu suicide pannippan…
Seru nu sollittu Senthamarai mulaikkama poradhilla;
Sooriyan nu sollittu Naay kolaykkama poradhum illa. 😛