While he was holding ciggerate on one hand & a cup of tea in another..
She asked him, " Why you smoke & drink this cup of tea? "
He smiled & gave a sweet answer, " The ciggerate in my hand is me & the cup of tea is you.. "
She got confused & asked him, " How? "
He looked up & answered her, " Once the tea in the cup is over, the Chaiwala reuses it to give it to other but once the ciggerate in my hand is over, its simply no more coz its dead .. "