I sat by the window seat, glad I was reaching home. Then 'he' spat, the wind was cordial enough to blow the spit on my face. I was disgusted. But, I have been through a worse situation so my reaction was nothing more than wiping my face silently murmuring a swear word. It was a lot better than finding that short, curly, thick hair from that divine area, in my plate of food when I had already eaten half of the food. And it was even better than getting drops of vomit blown to my face, again by that cordial, untamed wind. When problems strike or when happiness spring they show their presence in extreme proportion. When spit was not enough, 'he' farted 'turrr tut tut' dispelling the appalling characteristic smell of hydrogen sulphide.
When everyone is asleep or occupied with themselves, I find the urgency to get occupied with myself too. Sitting uncomfortably, trying to adjust myself in my seat I realised how selfish people can become. How they can think only about their own comfort, not thinking they maybe causing discomfort to someone else. However the journey may have been, eventually there is a satisfaction, of reaching our destination with all the fun and the woes only as a small part of our memories.
