A Cigarette Feeling

My name is ‘Milds’ and I live among nineteen other identical twins also named ‘Milds’ in a small box which is our abode addressed ‘Classic Milds’. Our life is utterly boring since we all don’t really have much to do besides staying in our own respective places and waiting for some puny and foolish human to light us and make our dream and destiny come true. Also, all of us are too alike to even talk among ourselves, in fact; we know each other’s thoughts so well that all of us utter precisely same words at precisely the same time if we ever get down to the chit-chat session. My only hope of redemption is to be lit up and smoked and be freed of this continuous agony, an eternity of waiting for my destiny to be fulfilled.

Mine is a small world with limited desires. I live so that one day I might marry fire and give birth to my sweet child ‘Smoke’. Yes, I have already decided that name. A secret for you all, my husband ‘Fire’ thinks that I love him, I do, but, I have a fickle mind and I look for love from everywhere. So, I and my twins have decided on an extramarital affair with ‘Lips’. They appreciate us and some even say “You are the only women that we kiss and then burn inside us”; even the thought makes me blush.

I have never really understood who the real father of my son is; fire or lips. Don't you dare call him illegitimate because once he is born a little part of my precious lives inside you where he fulfills his destiny of depositing ‘Tar’ in your lungs which will ultimately kill you. Serves you right I say since you humans do not have the decency of respecting and appreciating him.

Where we come from, everyone believes in calling spade a spade, there is no hypocrisy and we do everything openly, without hiding, even it is an affair and so my two loves ‘Lips and Fire’ are arch enemies. When fire finds out about us he becomes furious and wants to burn my beloved so he starts killing me but how can I let the two fight, besides I won’t be able to bear if anything happens to lips so I sacrifice myself. I know that love is forever and he who sacrifices in love is the greatest. If I die then my love will be able to find someone else, another mild and the cycle will continue. This world is cruel, wonder why in the end love is always sacrificed. 

It has been long and a lot of my twins have experienced bliss, I hope my turn comes soon.

All of my twins are gone, it’s just me and soon it will be my turn. I feel so excited and hyper and happy and overwhelmed. There it is, a finger reaching out to take me. Oh! My ever loyal and secret love, ‘Hand’, how it caresses me and makes me feel so wanted. But wait, this one is clumsy, hold me properly fool, take me, please take me, let me get my moment of ecstasy.

Am falling, into the depths of eternity, am on the ground, my fate has deceived me, am never to be married or give birth or to be loved. My lord, let this human pick me up and make me whole. He is bending, I can see Hand reaching out towards me, there is a god somewhere around.

There is darkness, I feel broken, am under a shoe, all my dreams have been blown to dust, don't even have time to cry, I am silenced.