It was late in the evening. After
returning from office I was sitting in front of the window. There was dark,
enough to make myself invisible. But the dim light peeping through my window
drew my attention to the smoke, blemish less white. Thin layers of smoke flew
upward as I could see it vanishing the higher it went. A sudden gush of wind
came and scattered it to make it invisible even before its fate. Wish it could have lasted a little longer. I had started enjoying “The vanishing Act”.
But soon another “Puff” brimming with smoke came out and joined it. The
vanishing act of smoke suddenly came to halt and smokes were out there to
replenish the dearth created by the gush of wind. From then there was no
stopping. “Wind” scattered it, “Puff” replenished that and it went on.
In this “Tug-of-war” between “Wind” and
“Puff”, my cigarette was continuously shrinking and I know would shrink to its
death. No regret as it is destined to do so. The fire that lit up the cigarette
has burned it out but created the puff- replenishment for the vanishing smoke.
The whole scene shot a question on the back of my mind- Can we give our whole
life to an Idea, The idea that has been built upon the smoke of hope, knowingly
that a sudden gush of wind may come and scatter it to make it as invisible as
if it were never there. But these smokes of hopes come from the fire that lit
up our life. Life burns to blow “puff of hopes”. You just lit up the fire and
those “puff of hopes” will never let the beautiful smoke act to vanish no
matter how strong the wind may be.