I exhale slowly, watching the smoke swirl and disappear into the air, as if carrying away my worries and stress. The rhythmic act of smoking becomes a form of meditation.
I also found solace in the pleasure of smoking cigarettes between classes. I close my eyes, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs.
I also noticed how the act of lighting a cigarette, taking a drag, and exhaling the smoke became a familiar routine.
With each new cigarette I tried, I discovered a new dimension to my smoking habit. Each variety had its own unique taste, aroma, and sensation.
I enjoyed the ritual of smoking and the different flavors and sensations that each cigarette offered and to explore the variety that the tobacco world had to offer.
At this time, we started a brand tasting and appreciation class. We learned about different types of tobacco and cigarette types.
Amidst the haze of smoke and the intellectual discussions, the scent of stale smoke clung to our clothes and hair.
Each student had their own unique style, their own way of holding a cigarette, and their own preference for the brand and flavor.
Going into the third month, in class, smoking became more than just a habit; it became a form of expression.
It became a playful challenge between us, as we tried to blow rings that would float the longest or intertwine with each other in an intricate dance.
I learned to control my breath, adjusting the force and direction to create rings of various sizes.
With each attempt, my smoke rings improved.
We were all eager to learn the art of blowing smoke rings. We spent hours perfecting our technique, experimenting with different speeds and pressures.
