I have a raging fever on Saturday.
My body temperature shoots up.
I feel delirious.
Coughing spasms rack my body.
When I spit into the basin, the sputum is speckled with something red.
Is it blood?
Shit.
The atheist in me takes flight.
God, I pray, let this not be a tumour; or cancer; or anything terminal.
I will do anything.
I will give up smoking.
No more cigarettes for me.
Isn’t that a great sacrifice?
Will you spare me now?
God, are you fucking listening?
Sunday, August 19, 2007
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6 comments:
hi shiv shankar thanks for visiting my blog! how did you stumble across it?
"The path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom."
-William Blake
Blake said that? Then I will start smoking with renewed vigour. I need some wisdom, fast.
“A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?”
-Oscar Wilde
dont listen to him, he was gay and mad,...
ha ha ha
nalla ezhuthu,sunil.
Will pray for u...
Anyways great writers always go through such conflicting moments..
lol
anyways would love to know if u really quit smoking/drinking or started over with 'renewed vigour'.
love ur writing..so keep writng...
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