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Five Senses Of The Human Body.
Tongue.
Eyes.
Nose.
Skin.
Ears.
Wonder, why I've arranged them, like that?
Look Closely.
You'll read - TENSE.
Why Tense?
Does it hint you to #WhatsThatSmellBoss?
Well, you've been led to the right place, Dear Reader.
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My Faculty Of Smell.
The One Which Is Considered To Be My Strongest Sense.
The One Which I Was Proud Of.
I Say Was.
Because, You Are About To Read An Account...
Of How, My Strong Sense Of Smell...
Became A Strength I Regretted.
Even If For A Tenth Of A Second.
Even If For A Couple Of Hours.
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Rewind In Time...
Not Much...
Only To 2009.
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Picture This.
A New Home.
With A New Washroom. (Of Course. :P)
But...
With An Old Geyser.
A Faulty Geyser.
With Rusty Outlets.
In The Chill Of January!
With Rusty Outlets.
In The Chill Of January!
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A New Washroom, With Faulty Equipment...
Doesn't Suit.
Does It?
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So, I reach out to the Phone.
Call Up The Plumber.
Doesn't Suit.
Does It?
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So, I reach out to the Phone.
Call Up The Plumber.
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The only mistake I committed...
I told him to come inside the house, albeit His Shoes!
He stepped inside a dry washroom, with his socks on his feet.
The only mistake I committed...
I told him to come inside the house, albeit His Shoes!
He stepped inside a dry washroom, with his socks on his feet.
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A tingling sensation disturbed my olfactory nerves.
That sensation soon turned into a Stench.
Poor Me, wondering...
An unoccupied, new house and an unused, new washroom, could possibly generate Zero Stench.
It Was Too Late...
Poor Me realized my folly.
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It were His Feet.
His Socks.
And That Unbearable Stench.
The Stench Of Not Having Bathed.
Not Having Bathed In The Chill.
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My Situation At That Moment...
Could Be Summed Up As...
'आगे कुआँ पीछे खाई।'
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If I Tell Him To Work With His Shoes On...
I Invite God's Wrath...
My Home Sweet Home
My New Home Sweet Home, You See.
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If I Ask Him To Leave...
I Invite God's Wrath...
Faulty Equipment Remain Faulty In A New Home, You See.
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And Thus The Situation Turned...
TENSE.
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Step 1 :- Turn On The Exhaust. *Fail!*
Step 2 :- Cover The Nose. *Double Fail!*
Step 3 :- Spray The Room Freshener, For A Bout Of Fresh Air. *Stench Air!*
Step 4 :- Avoid A Sorry Stare From The Guilty. *Realization...*
Step 5 :- Encourage The Guilty To Work Faster, Accomplish The Task, And...
*Spare Me!*
*Spare Yourself!*
*Spare My New Home!*
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The Guilty Had Realized His Folly Too...
So, Thankfully, Step 5 Worked.
I Knew He Was Sorry.
He Knew He Was Sorry.
I Advised Him To Take A Hot Water Bath Every Morning.
He Said, He Couldn't.
The Reason...
Absence Of A Water Heater At His House.
Absence Of Racold's Pronto!
A tingling sensation disturbed my olfactory nerves.
That sensation soon turned into a Stench.
Poor Me, wondering...
An unoccupied, new house and an unused, new washroom, could possibly generate Zero Stench.
It Was Too Late...
Poor Me realized my folly.
~~~
It were His Feet.
His Socks.
And That Unbearable Stench.
The Stench Of Not Having Bathed.
Not Having Bathed In The Chill.
~~~
My Situation At That Moment...
Could Be Summed Up As...
'आगे कुआँ पीछे खाई।'
~~~
If I Tell Him To Work With His Shoes On...
I Invite God's Wrath...
My Home Sweet Home
My New Home Sweet Home, You See.
~~~
If I Ask Him To Leave...
I Invite God's Wrath...
Faulty Equipment Remain Faulty In A New Home, You See.
~~~
And Thus The Situation Turned...
TENSE.
~~~
Step 1 :- Turn On The Exhaust. *Fail!*
Step 2 :- Cover The Nose. *Double Fail!*
Step 3 :- Spray The Room Freshener, For A Bout Of Fresh Air. *Stench Air!*
Step 4 :- Avoid A Sorry Stare From The Guilty. *Realization...*
Step 5 :- Encourage The Guilty To Work Faster, Accomplish The Task, And...
*Spare Me!*
*Spare Yourself!*
*Spare My New Home!*
~~~
The Guilty Had Realized His Folly Too...
So, Thankfully, Step 5 Worked.
I Knew He Was Sorry.
He Knew He Was Sorry.
I Advised Him To Take A Hot Water Bath Every Morning.
He Said, He Couldn't.
The Reason...
Absence Of A Water Heater At His House.
Absence Of Racold's Pronto!
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The Next Week...
I Gifted Him A Pronto.
Not, Because Of His Stench.
But, Because Of The Sorry State Of Affairs.
And...
Because, He Was A Trustworthy Plumber.
Whose Services I Couldn't Afford To Lose.
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That Was My Close Encounter.
Of The Smelly Kind!
This post has been written as a part of 'What's That Smell, Boss?' Contest organised by Racold Thermo in association with IndiBlogger.
