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2453: What Enters Unasked

I smoke heavily every single day. At least four times a day, without fail.

Somewhere along the way, cigarettes seem to have changed too. They feel longer lasting now. The smoke appears thicker, denser, and somehow more persistent. It lingers longer than before, and so does its impact.

Most of my day goes into reading, writing, preparing study material, blogging, online teaching, journaling, and related work. I usually sit in my bedroom beside a wide open balcony door. Bright sunlight, uninterrupted airflow, and beautiful cross ventilation make that corner my favourite workspace.

But over time, another regular visitor has quietly become part of that environment.

I think it is my immediate neighbour who sits right above my head directly, perhaps someone enjoying WFH too. A chronic smoker, without a doubt. And because our balconies align so closely, I end up inhaling the smoke multiple times a day.

For a long time, I kept wondering how long I should continue keeping my balcony door shut, and more importantly, why should I disconnect myself from natural light and fresh breeze because of someone else’s habit?

It is not even the smell that bothers me the most. What stays in my mind are the repeated discussions around second-hand smoke and its long-term effects.

I genuinely wish there existed some practical device that could absorb or contain cigarette smoke before it spreads into somebody else’s lungs.

I may still go and speak to my neighbour politely, though I doubt much will change. Perhaps searching for such a smoke-absorbing solution and gifting it might work better.

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