…Puff………….

The Marijuana, dissolving and liberating, cathartic and somber…into the lungs, into the blood streams, straight to the head..

The young boy, though had not eaten a good meal in days, was ecstatic for he could see stars in the mid noon. His head felt heavy, but nevertheless good. And he levitated. That’s how he felt, six feet above the ground, rest of the world, petty and inconsequential.

His old mother, sick and brazen, lay in the other room. She was coughing incessantly, but that was melody to his ears. She was sullen and cold and he wanted her Dead.

His little sister had refused him to be his accomplice in the Puff-sucker. A puff, and she too would be an angel. The demons were too many to count, an angel would have been a tremendous reprieve.

..Puff…!

…Obscure…

Suspending Him in the air, loose, and soft like a fizz…!

Cough, cough..! a stroke, a heavy breath…! Pant..! Wooosh!!

The little girl crying, Momma, you need water momma….cough cough…Momma, Please say something……………..

The Boy did not hear the cries; it was just music, the harmony in the chaos, struck and reverberated.

And then silence. No coughs, no breathes, no Sighss… A cold body, lying on the floor, a little child, hanging her face down…Crying..!

“At last we got the Angel there!” said the Boy, looking at the Dead body.

Pufff…..

And the world was beautiful again…!!