“Just say it,” Karthik suddenly reminded himself. He knew he’d regret it if he didn’t. He gathered all of his courage to say it to his mother but just couldn’t. He can’t see her disappointed face after all that they have gone through. He finally called her in his room and said that he had to share something important. As soon as she entered, she began showering him with questions, “What happened, son?”, “Is something wrong?”. He took a few deep breaths and said, “Mom, I smoked yesterday.”
Karthik was 4 when his father passed away. His father was a chain smoker. His mother always hated that about him. His mother always told him, “Whatever you do don’t you ever dare to smoke.” Karthik never understood what is so harmful about it and his mother not asking him to do it made his urge grow bigger and bigger.
The day before his confession, he was hanging out with his friends and was having a party at a cafe. The cafe was quite large with dim low-level lighting and a huge crowd of people. There was jazz music playing and waiters rushing through and fro. Karthik knew that this place didn’t seem right but because of peer pressure, they found a table. One of his friends offered him a cigarette. Karthik denied at first but curiosity got the better of him. He asked for one then another and went on the whole night. He forgot all about his mother’s warning and at that moment he didn’t even care.
He lost his conscious and began to feel numb. The good feeling of numb. He felt out of this world. His friends were enjoying. They went and ordered some food. Karthik stayed with them the whole night and crashed at their place. When he woke up the next morning, he wished that he didn’t. His mother’s face came before him and repeated, “Whatever you do don’t you ever dare to smoke.” This broke him from inside. He rushed to his place quietly without his mother knowing about his movement. Karthik knew that he’d regret it if he didn’t confess.
This is the story written by our son Parth as a part of his assignment. He is in X standard.
Bad habits are like comfortable bed, easy to get in difficult to get out of.
It is easier to prevent than to get out of bad habit. And if you have one, it is easier to abandon one toady than tomorrow.
There is nothing to be embarrassed about when you have bad habits. Every person has. I know I have. Being open to break bad habits puts you on the advantage against most people who deny them. You cannot change something if you can’t accept that something has to change.
What do you say…
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