A thick puff of smoke arose and soon began to spread against faint red light emanating from a tiny bulb, the only source of light inside a small room. In the place called “Love n Tilla” three floor laden beds were occupied by six of them, cheering, relaxing, enjoying and smoking. He got hold of the pipe, this time he inhaled hard enough to lighten up the coal red hot, and a little longer…..all faces turned in his direction, curiously gazing to measure the cloud. One or two of them made some funny noises, rest of them remained transfixed…and then…

His mouth opened like a smoke filled tunnel, “its hell lot of smoke, dude” someone announced.  Lungful swamp of whitish cloud made him look like a ghost.  The smoke began to spread as he lowered his head. And then…he saw her beautiful and innocent face smiling at him, through the fading smoke in the dim red light. The smoke made his head spun a little and the sight of her made his heart beat a little faster. He just felt like leaning forward and hugging her in his arms. But the very idea faded away into nothingness even quicker than thick smoke in the air, this made his heart burn even hotter than that red coal lying peacefully on the plate. Smoke lifted up but he fell down again on the so called “ground of reality”.

Now he sits there, waiting for the pipe to come back to take lungful of smoke, and get lost into thick cloud of illusion that however gives him a momentary pleasure to see beyond reality.