There are too many people here hurrying towards the metro. Their body odour spill over themselves mingle in the dusty air in soft slow motion.You hold my hand and we move away. My cologne-doused smell an explosion on your senses.
Our bodies quiver like shooting stars and emit smell. I feel we are stuffed tomatoes sauted over slow heat. I come closer. You smell like green chillies and asafoetida. I come closer. I feel you don’t smell at all of chilly-asafoetida. To the four win