Cigarettes and Strawberries
Red like 🍷 and sweet as 🍭. That’s what strawberries are. The definition of love, passion and addiction. There is a thin line that separates addiction from obsession.An obsession is a ritualistic routine that becomes part of your normal life. Medically speaking it is a persistent preoccupation of a feeling or idea, which can be accompanied by anxiety. Obsession has no place in love. It’s dangerous, unhealthy, definite and borderline creepy. But, obsession has no place in my story. Addiction, on the other hand, is something ……. Idk like cigarettes? Wait that’s harmful🤐 stargazing?? Yes! That’s addiction.
^^^^oops! Yeah, that’s me on weekends. “ हुकाह तो प्यार है।”
You know what else I’m addicted to? The feel-good feeling I have when I’m with awesome people.
Dhiman?
Me: Yess mam.
Describe romanticism. (3 marks)
Me: Shit! Ma’am renaissance chalega?
Nope! Acha, tell me about the heroine in cigarettes and Strawberries. (3marks)
Me: Ok boomer!
So once upon a time, I was stargazing from the terrace of my house in Lucknow. The sky endowed an aura upon me that made me just keep looking at it #creepygazer. I was in a trance state because of the magnificence of the sky. Endless and limitless. Guess! What broke my trance state? My phone. Buzz, buzz. I went down to the streets for better reception.
Me: Mumma
Mumma: Khana Kha Liya
Me: it’s just 8
Mumma:
Me:
Mumma:
Me: Ok! This is getting awkward. I’m ordering!
Mumma: bahar ka khana?
Me:
Mumma:
Me: bbye!
As I hung my phone I saw this lady talking on her phone too. She was wearing a royal shawl and a blue 👗 dress.
Omg! The princess of the Renukanagar “Rajkumari Renuka”
She:
Me:
She: I want tea.
Me: aye aye captain!
I waved my wand which I borrowed from a friend of mine studying at Hogwarts and conjured up two pots brimmed to the edge with hot tea.
She: The tea is fantastic!!!! (no abhinandan jokes here)
Me: 😊😊😊la lah lala la la la lah!
She: Lemme be your guide and show you Renuka Nagar. I’ll let you board my flying carpet with me……par shhhhh kisiko bata nahi. It’s my secret city which I’ve kept hidden from quote-unquote “” people.
Me: 🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐lips sealed Madam.
We both boarded her carpets and zoomed into the sky. The Twinkling stars even looked more mesmerizing than ever from this up. In no time we were above Renuka Nagar and I swear it was one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever witnessed.
She: Liked it?
Me: Yeah! Also, it’s snowy
She: Every third winter! It’s a sight to see. Especially from here in this carpet.
Me: I can see the Eiffel tower.
She: No photographs
Me: Memory locked.
She: Good! But
Me: कीसिको बताना नही।
She: Exactly
Mam snapping me back to reality
Mam: Dhiman where is the love story?
Me:
Mam:
Me: No love story.
Mam:
Me :
Mam: but you said she gave you the feel-good vibes
Me: She did
Mam: She was hitting on you idiot.
Me: She wasn’t. It doesn’t matter anyway.
Mam: What does then?
Me: The feel-good vibes.
Sometimes, it’s good to keep things simple and uncomplicated. Incorporating 10k feelings is futile. The princess of Renukanagar taught me an important lesson that day.
Why lose people because of stupid feelings
I took out my cigarette from my pocket and smoked everyone out. Ma’am, the princess, the unnecessary philosophy I did in the 1st paragraph…………just kept the feel-good vibes.
P.S Inspired from real-life events and true people. Work of fiction none the less. A big shout out to her.
कीसिको बताना नही!!!
Post P.S. : This is probably my most unprofessional work, but bored af and nothing interesting is happening in life. So here it’s anyways I’ve got very limited readers so doesn’t really matter.
