It was 2:00 in the morning. He opened the drawer of his side-table. There was a pack but only one cigarette left. The whole night and one cigarette were as depressing as the darkness of the load-shedding.
He went to the balcony. It was a pitch-black night with no stars and a cold breeze moving with a light rustling sound. He moved to the corner, put the cigarette in his mouth, and lit it. It was a strange cigarette. It didn’t burn properly, and the fire was gone. He tried again and nothing.
He moved back to his room, took the cigarette in front of the laptop’s light. And there was the whole world upside down. It was the filter which was all burned and wasted. The last cigarette was gone. The era of darkness sustained. Such are the times when tragedies are born. However, such are also the times when the sunrise brings divine comedy.
hahahaha true story 😀