Mood Fixer Elixir

The third stick of the day was almost about to be over. Staring at the various amusing shapes of the clouds,  trying to shape something relatable out with the clouds of your own smoke as well which comes out as the mixture of your own remorse and emptiness is one kind of peace I can’t explain to the fullest. The cup of coffee which was now at its final sip and the mildly played ”Comfortably Numb” in the café speakers had added enough of stimulus to push me out of the fiction called reality, throwing me deep down to be lost somewhere amidst the smoke and the shapes it made after each of my puff. Some would look like my mom, some like a snake, some like fear and some like happiness…fading away in the sky, to reach the clouds most probably. And some; looked like myself and that smoke, mostly leaving me regret why I even started this in the first place. “Bzzzzztt!!”The sudden vibration of my mobile shook me out of the fantasy. “Apollo is calling.” It was my roommate. And I’d skipped c...

"Taktak taktaktaktak " the keyboard of his mobile had been making the sound for quite long now. An essay perhaps? A story? Or maybe a presentation? 'Phillyra' read the name in the messenger; A letter. "Dearest, I'm back with another letter which you hopefully will recieve this time. " It started. And on it went for two MS word pages, with not just words but a whole heart. "Yours, Balsam." Deep breath... and "trrrrrrrrrrrr" sounded the backspace button.

  Lets talk about my brother. He is older than me... quite into good looks, anti-gravity hairstyle and fashionable attire that guy is (like any other teenage/young men out there) than I am. Looking like a slug really didn't (doesn't) matter much to me anyways. I believe there is always gonna be a snail out there who shall love me for what I am. Or let's just say I'm too lazy. Everyone has a pro and a con. Me aswell had one thing I could always find to laugh at him...thay fellow 😎 his BO. Such strong body odour he had.. rotten fish would smell paler. If he went out a day without any deo or a shower, teargas would be unnecessary to immobilize the mob in an strike. Mass Fatality on the spot. I'd not let him put any of my clothes on because obviously, I was worried about getting transmitted by his disease. Shit! Why wouldn't I? My body never gave off any kind of odour man! The only olfactory stimulation anyone would get off of me would be a ...