The liquid burns down my throat and the heat permeates my body to make it vulnerable to the thumps, the thumps hitting my body, thrashing my body, beating my head, driving all care out of it, closing the door, inviting me in. 

The smoke burns through my soul and I blow out puffs of it from my mouth only to watch it disappear in the air. And as the shimmering, writhing bodies inhale, I realize ...

I am one with them.

"धुंए की धुन में बढ़ते हैं यह कदम 

अँधेरी है यह मस्ती अय्याशी की कसम "

                                      -josh, shaitan