The cigarette story

There was a guy, full of energy and enthusiasm. He had only one passion in life – cigarette. Sometime in his college, his friends introduced him to this addicting companion. Very soon, he forgot all his friend and cigarette became his buddy. In few years to come, his whole life involved this new friend in every moment. He smoked when he was happy, he smoked when he was sad. It gave him pleasure as well relief. He smoked even when he was alone. Sometimes he smoked just because he had nothing else to do. Cigarette became his girl friend. He became addicted to it. He could not stay without it.

Day be day, cigarette was affecting his health. One day he realized that he needed to quit this habit, else he will lose a lot in his life. But this was not an easy task. Many a times he decided to quit and within hours cigarette was next to his lips again. It just dint work that way.

One day, he collected all his courage and strength and just quit it. It was his sheer determination that this time he did not try to reason it out. Without cigarette Each passing moment were like years for him. Whatever he did, there were some memories associated with the cigarette. every damn thing in world reminded him of his love for cigarette. It seemed like whole world wanted him to go back to his lover. But he had decided this time. He tried and tried harder. He faced worst of his fears. He confronted trickiest of the situation. Somehow one day passed without her. Same thing happened the next day. Like this many days passed. Slowly he was getting used to absence of cigarette. He became happy that he could finally do it. But still in some lonely corners of his heart, there are memories associated with his love for cigarette, which haunt him regularly. It’s the greatest test he ever faces.

Everyday he just lives with them, keeping his determination intact. Someday he will be able to get over this feeling also.

Now that was only smoker’s side of the story.
What about the cigarette? Does not she (it) have her (its) own version. Did she ever tell about it? She always kept silent. Most of the time she just fumed (may be in anger) but she did not utter a single world. Is her love not true? What did she feel when her love dumped her just like that? Will she ever think that it was good for both of them that he left her? Now she will not have to burn and he will not have to cough. These are those questions, which only time can answer. Iff (remember from mathematics: iff=if and only if) cigarette was not voiceless, may be these answers could be found earlier.

Bruce: What if I need you? What if I have questions?
God: That's your problem, Bruce. That's everybody's problem. You keep looking up.

ps: The story was told to me by one gyaani. Some parts of the story have been added, edited by me to make them simple.