Sexy Beggar and a Cigarette Incident!

So, as usual, I go to the parking lot, start my bike, dump my bag in the baggage area and drive it away from college. I go all the way around Gemini circle to get to the other side of the road, to my grandma's place. As I drive past Landmark, I see this miraculous looking shirtless (actually he was barely wearing any clothes), super sexy ( to all the lady beggars) guy on the pavement. I slow down my bike, which was making this really annoying whirring noise for some weird reason. I was welcomed by a puff of smoke as I drove closer to him.

Where from?

Cigarette of course.

This is not what I found interesting. This sexy looking guy did not have fingers. He had stubs for fingers.

Wondering how he managed to hold a freaking death-roll in those?

He held the cigarette in between the stubs and he was smoking away to glory. In fact he was so engrossed in the very act that he had forgotten to notice the 100 rupee note that a passer-by had placed on his plate.

My mind somehow went on a thinking spree and I realized something.

The cigarette he was holding in his hands were bigger than that of his fingers.
The cigarette has a larger role in his life than his hands.
The cigarette has more control over his life than his own self.

Somehow, this symbolism made sense to me.

"You do not have hands to work, you do not have fingers to eat, you do not have a freaking job, you do not have three meals a day, and neither do you have the brains to realize that that roll of tobacco will do the job of taking the life out of you, squeezing the breath out of your lungs, turning your lungs to tar."

Actually a lot of people with fingers also don't realize this.

I pity them.

Aishwarya Kumar.