white powder

He crushed the glass capsule covered in the protective cloth and collected the powder on a foil. I observed his preparations for what he called a “Joy ride”.

Then he bent his head down, towards his palm. One finger pressing his right nostrill and eyes closed.

I looked at his face. It reflected peace. It showed satisfaction that i have rarely seen. It radiated that kind of glow which comes, when you are confident, that you are going to get what you desire.

He looked like some monk, standing in a prayer. Keen and focused, unaware of any thing around him.

Then he sniffed that white powder.

I impatiently anticipated what’s going to happen next;

and right there he bursts into a hilarious laughter

i looked at him in an awe as he kept swinging between loud cries, smiles and sobs

as i stared him i thought about so many things. Life, death, pleasure, gain, loss, pursuit, pain, meaning of life……

After a while when the effect of psychoactive faded and he gained control over his senses

i asked him, How did you feel?

He said “I felt like i was in heaven”

I thought about Heaven for a while as i sat there on a comfortable cushion.

He looked tired.

Yep, A forced trip to Heaven could be very tiresome.

What this thing is called? I asked as stood up, to leave

He said: “popper” that’s what we call it. For you it’s amyl nitrite.

Butyl Nitrite Amphetamines Methaqualone Amyl Nitrite to be more specific.

I burst into laughter bading him good bye.

You ******* chemist, you’ll kill yourself some day.