Stink Bomb In Metro

Hello all. If by any unfortunate chance you were on the 07:15 Red Line train to Miyapur and the whole train, especially the last compartment (not ladies, the other one) was stinking, you have my solidarity. WHAT IN THE FUCKS’S NAME WAS THAT SMELL! I could not fucking breathe.

Well, let me tell you, it was not that guy who was eating lays. Even I thought it was him.

The real culprit and their situation is ridiculous. I don’t know whether to laugh or judge them.

After careful observation I saw that the lady wearing a light green Salwar Kameez had a little wet patch around her calf. It was bulging. I stared long enough and figured she was moving her entire body but not that calf. On closer inspection, you could see yellowy outlines here and there.

GUYS I’M NOT SHITTING YOU, BUT THE LADY SHAT HERSELF.

Easily in her early thirties if not older. She confidently acted like she was talking on the phone and all but it was all a show of bravery. I mean she was the only person who did not even act like it was stinking whereas the whole compartment were cupping their nose and mouth. My sister and I were the only ones who figured out the true culprit.

I did one additional test just to make sure. I swung by her when getting down. Let me tell you it was the most unnecessary thing I’ve done in my life. The smell filled up lungs and the ceiling of my mouth. Fucking pungent shit. Literally.

As we were getting down though one uncle was taking the biggest of yawns. A real lion roar face. That man had no clue what he was stepping into. It was not just air he was breathing in. It was the deadliest substance active in Hyderabad at that hour.

Lady in green, if you’re reading this, you should’ve got off the train and washed up. It happens. Next time don’t persist. Please. For fucks sake.