What if our hearts act as none other than a cigarette, which is rolled up with emotions instead of tobacco? Burning of emotions is a real pain, but the two utmost questions arise when a cigarette is lighted up: what causes it to get ignited and how it will be stopped? Obviously we know the answers in case of a cigarette: one is a lighter and another is a butt to stop it from burning any more. Then why we could not able to define answers to ourselves, when an emotion starts burning inside us? Certainly, it can be some things or some people or sometimes we only, who act as a lighter for these emotions. No matter who lit it up, we always have a stopper and that butt is TIME.