My first cigarette was when I was three years old. A ‘used’ Panama filter. I don’t exactly remember the man, who had finished it almost till the end. I was just trying to imitate what he was doing.
After taking the dying cigarette in hand, I thought for a moment as to which direction should I breathe it.
Blow out?? ‘Chiichii’, I had emitted a big swell of smoke.
I pulled it in..Yes, but a mouthful of tangy smoke made me to cough hysterically.
But there was someone who had been looking at me all those time without my knowledge, my Dad.
(He is a very good human being, friendly and warm, except when he is angry. )
The rest is secret (a very natural secret between a father and a son).