Saturday, 1 March 2014

Guilty Pleasure..

    I drove through the wild stormy night, the rain pouring down in torrents, blurring my vision and mind. I reached the hospital breathless and apprehensive, my emotions a scattered mess, my heart in a reckless turmoil, fearful of the sight that was to greet my senses.
   As I entered Raj’s cabin and looked down at the lifeless body wrecked by years of smoking, I broke down and gave in to the mindless torrent like the heavens above. My best friend, pale and peaceful in his unworldly slumber, reached out to me from those dark depths to torture my mind with flashes of the past whence he had inevitably given in to smoking under my ruthless pressure. Guilt assaulted my already frail senses and I reached for the cigarette; as the smoke filled my lungs I deeply breathed in the stale stink of the hospital cabin and left the place.

  This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.


  1. Don't have much to say, but given a chance I would have definitely vouched for this WOW post!! :) :) Much to learn!

    1. Thank you so much Ramasish.. :) It's nice to read such encouraging words from fellow bloggers.

  2. Absolutely scintillating!! March on!! CHEERS!! :D

  3. So beautifully written! Fatafati just! :)


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