Singed

Just as he lit a cigarette,after his morning cup of tea,he found himself an audience to an argument ensuing in that tea stall,over national politics.His silent observation that the diminishing length of his cigarette was inversely proportional to the volume of the argument, amused him.Did they realise the heart burn their futile rantings were causing them?However,soon,his cigarette's burnt end reminded him that his lungs needed his attention more than their hearts.He flicked it away -- guilt ridden, for depriving his lungs of a few gasp-free breaths,in a comparatively healthy body.
                                              Chandni.