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WHEN I BECAME A DRUG ADDICT…….(the true story of a habit I have tried to conceal forever)

I have always tried to hide this fact from friends and foes alike. But the truth has to come out someday. So let it be this day….It all started when I saw my father using the “THING”. He used it regularly at nights before going to sleep. Even after a hard day’s work I saw him with the THING using it either on the study table or on the bed. One day when he was out at work , I sneaked into his room , went to his table and found it, my heart was beating fast , was I doing the right thing ? I asked myself . But the answer was somewhere lost inside me. I opened it . As I took it inside me I felt a strange sensation . I wanted to take more. I was feeling good. I felt like going into some foreign land . There was pain , ecstacy , but above all a feeling of hallucination . I was just seven years old then.

As days passed I got addicted to these things more. I feared it was going to harm my studies but surprisingly my mental faculties were never better. When I grew up the THING was controlling me and not the other way round. Some people may have different opinions but I feel that this addiction has contributed to the way I am . Infact I hope to pass this habit to my kids one day. After all READING BOOKS may be an addiction but really it never killed anybody.