Let me begin the story by giving you a brief description of my life. I am an average Indian male working in the call centre industry to meet his daily necessities. Yes, you guessed it right, I am a chain smoker🙂. So for the 856th time, I was extremely serious and decided that I am going to quit, "again". I was in the realisation part, where I was replacing the so-called Amitabh Bachan of the tobacco business, " Mr Mukesh". I took this decision, as I believed 3 cigarettes a day would only benefit my doctor's pay. Deepak, on the other hand, had an average of 15 as his only fantasy was to create a perfect smoke ring. Deepak often made me believe that God traded my monetary part with sense. So unlike any other individual, I tried taking pieces of advice from my colleagues, not to gain tips and tricks on how to fight this addiction rather I was in the quest to explore a perfect story for my first blog. This story has multiple characters, but none of them is important, not in the story nor in my life. Let's start with Ravi, he was treated with utmost love and care and assumed the most senior among us, ignoring the age factor and considering the addiction aspect as he was on the final stage of addiction, "The Gudang Garam addiction". Ravi treated his dosage as his tuition time table and bought a new packet every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, which, in turn, benefited the company as he would rather choose to die than taking off on his dosage days because of the adorable relationship with the Panwadi commonly referred as " Udhaari". Ravi had a crush on Anjali, who was deeply in love with "Classic Ice Burst", but drama being the primary ingredient of life, somehow made Anjali's liking to be inclined towards Rohan, who was known by the name of his cigarettes as it portrayed his physique, " The Esse Lite Boy". So, this completes my small corporate family despite the fact that I'll have to introduce Piyush with a heart full of condolences. Piyush was captioned mature and the smartest of all, in which Piyush is the noun and smartest and mature being sarcasm. Piyush was the type that would give you free advice without having any idea about your troubles. The first thing that hits you after consulting Piyush would be "bullshit" or "Dafuq?" and in some major cases, you might question his existence. The reason behind my love for Piyush is because he introduced me to Nicotine gums assuring me that I would quit in just one sweet week and here I am chewing Nicotine gums and having my Marlboro Advance at the same time🥳. Piyush not only helped me to double my nicotine consumption but also invited me to his spot promising to help me meditate in order to get rid of those filthy smoke sticks. It nearly felt like a warning rather than an invite but "curiosity resulted in all the major inventions." So I, with curiosity shoved up my ass, took a decision to visit him. He started unfolding all his secrets within a few minutes of my visit and that incredible day I was introduced to a new technique of meditation which symbolizes marijuana as our tutor. It begins with lighting a single joint and ends with countless joints and they turn countless not because they cannot be counted but because you won't dare to. Piyush as a great advisor had a simple and natural opinion about marijuana and supervised me to avoid being conscious, he wanted me to be high 24*7 so the mind never focuses and craves for tobacco. I accepted his advice and abused him as long as I could😊. As a usual noobie, who is not able to differentiate between cigarette and a joint, I lighted and shared a joint with extreme confidence, and I tried convincing him to consult a physiatrist but he was high by that time, so high that he started to fade away, time froze and minutes felt like hours, I was staring Piyush right in his eyes ignoring the fact that staring him for more than 2 minutes can spread Coronavirus. I thought he looked attractive and his face had a peculiar glow when he was high. After a couple of minutes of my research, I realised that those were not minutes they were actually a couple of hours and the sole reason for the sudden increase in Piyush's charisma was me as I was so high that I almost felt like my soul is giving up on my body. I wanted to piss so badly but somehow I was not able to feel my legs so I had to settle down and I have Piyush right in front of my face giggling for no reason with a t-shirt on that says "Marry Joe Anna💖" and I am acting like an autistic child having weird thoughts like "What if I take a piss right now and he gets washed away". Now I am experiencing this for the first time but I made a promise to myself even in that state that this won't be my last 🤞. Just after a few extra hours, I was able to understand and control it's effect, this is the point where you think everything is under control and the moment I took a sigh of relief, here comes a Tsunami of puke. I puked so badly that I might have thrown my whole week's diet. Once you get everything out you will starve to death so did I. The next step is to satisfy your hunger as you might have lost one or two of your organs. After I dealt with my hunger, my curiosity took me back to Piyush asking for more peace🥺. So we started again and this time I was lost again I skipped the puke part and continued the cycle. Now here is the problem, if you are a light-hearted person like me there is a high chance that you will end up being stuck with this loop. Today is 13th of February and it's been 4 months I am with Piyush trying to break the life cycle invented by mistake. I am publishing this in a blog in order to seek help, either you will be a part of this cycle or I would stop noticing Piyush as attractive but your response is valuable and "highly" appreciable 😏.
Your's Faithfully
"This is not a letter"
"This is not a letter"
