A cigarette in my hand....

As I took a long drag on my fourth 'Classic' of the day I saw the light blue smoke rising up slowly and become one with the ether.This was followed by a few more puffs on the stick until the ash felt down and the burning tip had almost reached the golden ring.
I have never really known why I started smoking and what pleasure I derive from it.Every time the nicotine enters the lungs of mine I enjoy a dark masochistic pleasure taking me on the road to perdition.And yet I cannot leave it...It probably is the only constant companion of my life which will always remain loyal to the person holding it...loyal to the extent of accompaning him to a sepulchral silence.
The denizens of this world love irony..infact we subsist on it...9th of August, 8:45 pm...I am given the good news that I have been recruited by a cigarette major...(after all nobody forced the job on me...I took it out of my own free will and a after greulling round of interviews).....all my life I'll be selling cigarettes to others of my ilk and hoping more people join the party and boost my profits.Lovely isnt it ?
These thoughts flashed like streaks of lighting across the crimson sky...I looked at them and before I could hear the sound of thunder I asked my friend...."Got a lighter ??"