The glowing tip.

How many times do we take time to appreciate the beauty of a glowing cigarette. Mostly we are too involved to even notice the brilliant glow of it. Before we lit, it's just another tobacco wrapped white paper with a speckled yellow filter at one end. But as soon as we lit it, it evolves into something which shouldn't go unnoticed. And here I should point out that serious smokers take a lot of care while lighting one, the way they hold it, particularly not to sooten the stick. Once lit the glowing ember is hypnotizing. The serpentine smoke slowly rising, parts reluctantly, leaving it's memoirs of ashes. Soon the tip is burdened with it's ashes and the luminance starts getting obscured. Then we jerk off the ash and give a drag, rejuvenating and revealing the glory of the tip, the smoky blue stream waving and swaying with the air. When the air is absolutely still and we hold the cigarette with a steady hand, the smoke will rise vertically, dignified to some distance before changing it's mind and starts flirting with the air. It's really amazing to see how the insignificant stick burns out with grace. We should really respect the fire at the tip of our fingers and stub it, not throwing it away carelessly to perish unnoticed, certainly our fag deserves this much attention.

Adieus to you my friend, my companion.


P.S. IRRESPECTIVE OF YOUR SUNSIGN SMOKING WILL EVENTUALLY TURN YOUR ZODIAC INTO A CRAB.