Cigarette in a red saree….
It was pouring rain on the night of “Bijoya Doshomi”..With two days in hand and million tasks to complete, i quickly draped myself in blood red saree that I specifically bought for the occasion.
I nervously made my way to buy a packet of cigarettes for the first time. I can’t recall the name I purchased but my heart was racing.
I was counting the hours in my head..
Time flies, as we pause between conversations and laughter to catch our breaths. My heart teeming with ache and gratitude, realized I came to say goodbye to my safe place. As my eyes filled in tears, nonchalantly she got up and lit a cigarette..
We share a couple of cigarettes and few more laughs and watch the sky grow darker..
The cigarette left a bitter taste in my mouth but the evening remained as a precious memory..