A 5’9 inches man, dark black hair, in his late 30’s ,wearing ‘Police’s‘ frame less specs, average weight with lots of thoughts on mind was sitting on the grass looking here and there waiting for someone. It was already 39 degrees Centigrade with maximum humidity . His blue shirt that was gifted to him on his last birthday was getting wet with sweat. He could see the hustle bustle all around him, but he was waiting for the one person in crowd of hundreds. He was constantly looking at his ‘Citizen‘ watch which she gifted him along with the shirt he was wearing. It was an hour up the clock now- she promised to be punctual this time. He was alone-waiting, frustrated and resistance became impossible for him.”It will be my last cigarette; I have promised her I will quit smoking- just this one time I guess“, he said to himself.  He lit the supposedly last cigarette creating round fumes and burning tobacco odor. There was no- stop to smoking as the wait prolonged, temperature increased and his patience ran out. One after the other; he bought another box of cigarette. The grass was burning and so was the soul inside him. After time; he lit his last cigarette with his silver plated lighter- while exhaling the first smoke he felt something catching his throat making him unable to breath. He tried; he laid down trying to breathe- something grasped his heart and a stabbing, killing pain was felt throughout his body. He could feel the heat in every inch of his body, but wasn’t able to do anything about it now. She was late and so was he in deciding when to stop and when to quit…………

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