Every habit that is a part of our lives now, would have nurtured over a period of time. Even after recurrent persuasion to oneself to keep away from certain habits they keep falling for it. I know I am one among the million smokers. There is absolutely multifariousness among smokers. Heterogeneity among the platoon of smokers is not a matter of big surprise when compared to number of smokers in the world. I am referring to diverse smoking habits and not any diverseness of other sort. Before I write all these let me place one thing on board, I don’t intend to glorify smoking habits.
Some smoke only when they are drunk, some after every meal some need coffee and there are some who always smoke. There was some special kind who needed a house under construction, to smoke a cigarette. I started smoking when I was a high school student (17 years old maybe); my family would be extremely disappointed if they see me smoke or even if they hear from someone that their son is a smoker. This would cause drastic cut in the pocket money thus leading to mental agony which affects my enlightenment. It’s intertwined; everything had a bearing on smoking which in turn was possible only from that house. So I smoked only under cover.
I am not sure even to this day that house is fully built. This house is very near to the place I lived; only half of the construction was over. No doors no windows, walls are not plastered, floor wasn't finished either. There were piles bricks kept in some of the rooms, there were other stuffs used for construction as well scattered all over the places. This house is sitting in middle of 3-4 acres of land this offered a lot of privacy, silence and solitude. One could not ask for more than this place to be a breeding ground for budding smokers. We smoked, we spoke, we discussed a bunch of stuff, we argued, we planned and once we even drunk from that house. Trespassing is not a crime in those days, those times where prehistoric before I wrote this and published in my blog. In fact I enjoyed every moment I spent in that no man’s house. I never met or argued owner of this house about my visit to his house.
This house stood as a symbol of someone’s aspiration. I wished that house stayed the way it was forever. I haven’t cared about the man who would have weave dreams around his house. For me it was a place to hide and smoke. Now it has lost its glory, I wish when I see the house again it’s completely build.
I am going to my hometown this weekend; would go to that house again, if it is completely built and there is some one staying. I would ring bells and ask them whether they have found my lighter lost there 8 years back. No, I don't think that's a good idea, they will be scared and moreover I am acting crazy for no reason. I may sometimes just pass by and see our old hangout place. Now trespassing is illegal I would just abide by the law.
Some smoke only when they are drunk, some after every meal some need coffee and there are some who always smoke. There was some special kind who needed a house under construction, to smoke a cigarette. I started smoking when I was a high school student (17 years old maybe); my family would be extremely disappointed if they see me smoke or even if they hear from someone that their son is a smoker. This would cause drastic cut in the pocket money thus leading to mental agony which affects my enlightenment. It’s intertwined; everything had a bearing on smoking which in turn was possible only from that house. So I smoked only under cover.
I am not sure even to this day that house is fully built. This house is very near to the place I lived; only half of the construction was over. No doors no windows, walls are not plastered, floor wasn't finished either. There were piles bricks kept in some of the rooms, there were other stuffs used for construction as well scattered all over the places. This house is sitting in middle of 3-4 acres of land this offered a lot of privacy, silence and solitude. One could not ask for more than this place to be a breeding ground for budding smokers. We smoked, we spoke, we discussed a bunch of stuff, we argued, we planned and once we even drunk from that house. Trespassing is not a crime in those days, those times where prehistoric before I wrote this and published in my blog. In fact I enjoyed every moment I spent in that no man’s house. I never met or argued owner of this house about my visit to his house.
This house stood as a symbol of someone’s aspiration. I wished that house stayed the way it was forever. I haven’t cared about the man who would have weave dreams around his house. For me it was a place to hide and smoke. Now it has lost its glory, I wish when I see the house again it’s completely build.
I am going to my hometown this weekend; would go to that house again, if it is completely built and there is some one staying. I would ring bells and ask them whether they have found my lighter lost there 8 years back. No, I don't think that's a good idea, they will be scared and moreover I am acting crazy for no reason. I may sometimes just pass by and see our old hangout place. Now trespassing is illegal I would just abide by the law.
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Good post.
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