Dear Suzan,
When I imagined about the cigarette in my hand, I felt like I reached the heaven in short interval by smoking a puff of it. Previously I used to think that smoking is the most senseless activity in the world. The story behind the bullshit cigarette in my life is long like 3 years. Smoking has changed my life through various aspect. I was intelligent child who was curious to his grades of school, family, friends and relative since the childhood. I was first introduced to the cigarette by my colleague in my high school when I was in grade ten. The scenario was bitter for me. I had failed the math exam. Psychologically I was in depression then my fellow urged me to have a puff of cigarette in school’s wash …show more content…
However sometime situation made me to feel that why I left because of many frustrations. Then one of friends suggests me to join the online school called school of success. Mark iron suggestion class inspired me a lot. He helped me lot for distinguishing the reality and virtual world. The virtual world created by cigarette seems to be too fascinating and adoring but the reality is what you paid after you smoking. I learnt many more things from him and I started to hate smoke and cigarette. My hatred to smoke was raised to that level that whenever I see any person smoking, I felt like I should scold that guy and throw away his cigarette. The only one things that goes on my nerves was the people (mainly the students of my age) smoking. Once I was in a Café to have some breakfast. I ordered sandwich and I was waiting for my order. Suddenly, my nose started to ache, and some kind of irritation came inside me because I smelt that pungent and life-taking smell of cigarette. That awful smell goes inside me and made me mad. I was too angry with that smell and tried to find who is smoking that shits. I turned back and saw some school’s students junior than me smoking cigarette. Without saying a single word, I went to them and threw away their cigarette. They were shocked and one of them started to fight with me. Actually I was not angry with those guys but I was angry with the smoke I smelt and was slang, and even cursing to it. So I was making my voice loud, I was scolding them and try to make them convince by saying the bad impact of that life-taking smoke. That issue grew up and the owner of café came and the dispute between us was anyhow settled. Then I went home, kept on thinking about that incident and thought of those innocent child who were smoking that shits. Smoking is injurious to health. This popular quotation is mentioned in every packet of cigarette which I completely understood nowadays. Finally, I cannot