He went to doctor … who promptly told him that he had throat cancer .. due to years of smoking ..
He thought how he loved smoking .. he used to smoke 2-3 packets a day .. of the costliest cigarettes ..
Now he was bed ridden .. doctors had given him only 3 months time ..
His remaining time was filled with pain and regret ..
His only thoughts while dying were why did he have to be a smoker? Why did he have to treat his body so bad? Why did he have to play with his life for few moments of pleasure and high?
His paths to death was through cancer obscured by the smoke of cigarettes.
Day 3 brings letter C to me .. my word C for Cancer.