He lay there. Still. Sweating profusely, palpitations audible, with a pale, expressionless face, no thoughts running through his mind, because once they used to flow heavily. He knew. He had accepted that he was Ruined. And what had done that, Drugs.
"Ek puff hi toh hai!", Puneet had said, "kya hoga isse, Wapas kabhi mat phoonkna!!"
The only thing that hadn't altered was this dialogue, because Vinamra's empty cigarette packets just kept on piling day by day, and so did his future, just settled down. And Vinamra had lost on multiple opportunities to take control of his things.
Five and a half years of college had only infused cigarettes, alcohol then Drugs into his body. Medicine was indeed a Risky job.
Drugs, he was studying going to study them.. make a career out of it, here he was crashed and crippled.
Drugs had come along, just like that.It was routine for him.
Cocaine, Heroin, Opium and what not...it was so mainstream for Vinamra. All his winning streak had disappeared.
That night he had seen despair in his parents' eyes, the worst feeling he could ever have grabbed him, and he knew life jad rejected him.
This night, he recalled everything, how one right decision would have changed his life. But he knew that Change , from within, was forever possible.
Still, after 45 years of life..one dark night and 10 years of not taking any drugs, attending rehabilitation, Vinamra finally became a man. Stood out and up from his shell for the world and started a foundation, anti-drug it read. Behind those two words hid millions of tears, sleepless nights, rejection from family, boycotting parents, regretting everything possible on this Earth. The Winning streak had come back. Powerful like never before.