bomb!!!"

"Oh how… No it can’t be..."

"Believe me. Can't you make out the terrible stink? I'm suffocating!"

"Stink?" I raised my nose up in the air, threw my nostrils wide open and took a deep breath.

Then it hit me. The familiar earthy odour.

"Oh that! It's no bomb man, but a routine happening." I smiled at him reassuringly.

He didn't seem to place much confidence in me. He bellowed in a mix of fear and anger, "How can you smile at this hour of peril?"

I calmed him down and took him to the window that faced the site for the proposed park, better known to the area's residents as the Loo with a View.

And lo! There sat row upon row of humans performing a perfectly natural function in the time honored tradition, with peeled posteriors and covered faces.

My guest's face was a sight. Here was something Paris didn't have. The stark brown bottom line can be a very unnerving scene, especially when silhouetted against pre-dawn semidarkness.

"This is the Indian Paris-at-grassroots you always wanted to see." I had to needle him.

He left without as much as a bonjour! His feedback to CMji was certainly going to be pungent.

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