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A Smoking Man

Sushant Yadav

    It was a noon night, a man after purchasing a cigarette moved down the road. It was his alone time. He left his room for a while. The night was drizzling and the road was sparkling. He was all alone. No one was with him. He was silent but a lot of things were messing his mind. It was pure silence. He kept his hand in the pocket and took out the lighter. He kept the cigarette in his mouth, lit it and started smoking. He was hearing the sound of rain dropping and striking the concrete street. The air was swiftly blowing and the sound of air was striking his ears. He was wearing a woolen thick jacket though his hand and leg were slivering with cold. It was all pitch dark and black.

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    He noticed a truck was approaching towards him. He wanted to move from the middle of the street but he wasn’t able to take a single step. He was frozen. The truck was approaching furiously. He was able to see the truck hitting the thick and dense air molecules and making its way. It was moving to him closer than before second after seconds but nonetheless he was in the middle. He was terrified, worried and he closed his eyes to face the death. He let the death enroll him. The truck hit him and went.

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    His eyes were still closed. He thought he was dead. He opened his eyes and looked from bottom and touched his face. Everything was fine, he felt relieved for a while. The death has just embraced him for a moment but that was all enough. He heard a horn just behind him.
    He turned his head and watched the happening scenario. The truck driver was asking for a cigarette from the shopkeeper. The driver took it and went. The back lights of the truck were red and he kept staring those light till it got blurred and lastly disappeared in the foggy wild. The only light source was a small blinking led at the electric pole at his side. The smoke coming from his nose and mouth was patching his eyes. His glazing eyes were shiny and bright with short sightedness. The cigarette was killing his heart and brain tissues. The nicotine from the cigarette rushed through his nervous system. He felt dizzy. He threw the butt and pressed it with his foot and went to his room.
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    He opened the room.
    His eyes went wide and he was shocked.

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    He saw a hanging body rotating slowing with the fan. He couldn’t believe what has happened. The fan was still rotating in circular motion. When the fan with the body moved towards him. A wilderness of adrenaline dashed throughout his inner cores, whipping up his sensory systems to provoke goosebumps all across his body. He saw something. It was his body hanging to the fan. He cried, screamed and sat down on the floor all alone. The whole house was full of peoples but nobody listened his grief screams.

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