The Revenge of Reincarnation
Smoke, it rose in the air … swirling in the room with the white curls rising and circles created one by one only to vanish in seconds in the colorless air. A big lounge chair was at the center of the room, and in that room smoking his cigar, sat the Don. He blew the swirls of smoke while he puffed his cigar. His cheeks contracted and his eyes as he took huge puffs pulling the smoke inside his body. He held his glass of Scotch in the other hand, the smoothest whiskey ever seen. He had a huge intimidating presence, and always demanded the best of everything. A highly materialistic mind, he had amassed a lot of wealth and fortune over the years. He was from the underworld, and this road was not a rosy one. It was a road of thorns, and it was not him who suffered from the thorns – but the people who experience his