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Sorry Lilly, that wasn't the intent. Just wanted to reflect, like reci said, as a reminder for not taking things for granted.

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4 Hey Doreen, doing good. Hope you are doing well.

Happy 3 year quit anniversary Whispers, congratulations on a phenomenal quit and thank you for the lovely words of support you provide to everyone on here. KTQ and keep shining.

6 Lol, thinking woman's CoS...that just makes it that much more edgier, innit?

5 Weekend was good, not too much of running around...looking forward to the next one already

Hey Stewman (did I wait too long to call you that?) Thanks for being an awesome shoulder which carried so many, helped them stand tall against the mountains of their quit. Thanks for saying it like it is. Like everyone before me has said, you will be missed, and you'll always have a place on the train and in our hearts. Peace out!!!

5 Hey there everyone, hello Slippy, how are you how was the weekend?

A very reflective weekend this one, on the back of a semi-hectic week at work. On Saturday, watched a play related to the 26th November 2008 attacks on Mumbai (today is the 10th anniversary of those horrific attacks). The play was a monologue of the man behind the attacks - David Coleman Headley, an American Pakistani who orchestrated these attacks and conducted the recce which was used to plan and map out where they would take place. The actor (someone I know personally) potrayed that part so well that I wanted to hit him at one point in time during the play. But more than anger, it left me in a very reflective state of mind. I started thinking about how each and every action we do has a reaction, has an effect, even though at times we may not see it or even be a party to it. Our actions have far reaching consequences that we don't think about. Relating this to smoking, I was wondering how many of those cigarette butts I threw are currently polluting the ocean...they are the biggest polluters of our oceans and planet today. Sunday, I went for my first drive with an organisation I work with here in Mumbai, an NGO which collects leftover food from events, marriages, restaurants and distributes it among the less fortunate. This was a drive where we also taught the kids alphabets and numbers. Sitting at home, being able to order food from an app or cook whatever we want, makes us forget what hunger is, and what appreciation for what we have on our table is. This Sunday morning reminded me of that, and I was more thankful for what I have than crib about what I don't. I'm still thinking, today, of how much money I blew up in "smoke" which could have been put to better use. How a troubled childhood caused a man to grow up and be responsible for 170 deaths, how hunger can make people do things they normally wouldn't. Sorry if this is sobering or pensive, but just wanted to share.

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Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates.

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I am thankful that good sense prevailed for me and I quit smoking. I'm thankful that I found this forum, and have formed a close bond with many of the members on here...they are my guides through this quit journey. Quite a few times, they've been like the North Star too, ensuring I don't lose my way. I'm thankful that I have a niece who, though born premature, is doing fine and I can't wait to meet her (she stays in Dallas, so I get to visit her next year on my annual break).

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16 Hey DN, how goes the day....

Hey Michelle, Day 6 or 7 for you? Hope you're having way too much of a nice time with your sister to even bother about smoking. Please do pop in and let us know how everything is going. Oh and congrats on the decision to take your life back.

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Well, there are days when I feel like a hamster running in the wheel, huffing and puffing (figuratively, not literally), but getting nowhere. Then there are days when the sun is shining, the colours are sharper, everyone I meet is smiling and everything is just right with the world. Then come the days of Grey. When it's neither dark nor light, the day is just there...like a blob of paint that falls on the floor. I know I've got enough grit to get through the craves, and wherever I fall, there are amazing people (on this forum) that pick me up...but sometimes I'm tired of the vicious circle. There is a term the French use: l'appel du vide (Call of the void). This inexplicable feeling of jumping off a cliff, when you are standing at the edge, the sudden urge to steer into oncoming traffic. There are times when without any reason, my brain envisages me with a cigarette in my hand...and that moment I feel like my hand has a mind of it's own. I literally have to yank it off that thought...right now was one such moment. The reason I say was is because typing this made that instinct go away. So I live to fight another day. Would I term today Tranquil, Tensile or Tormented? I'd say tranquil with a smattering of tensile.