
The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated the pages of my textbooks, casting a warm ambiance in the room.

With a cigarette held delicately between my fingers, I took a drag, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs.

The smoke intertwined with my thoughts, creating a sense of tranquility amidst the intellectual chaos.

It was a familiar routine, a comforting presence that helped me navigate the complexities of my studies.

The smoke lingered in the air, a reminder of the hours spent pouring over books and the determination that fueled my academic pursuits.









