oF sMells & sPells

now it's usually fun to watch people in trains or buses or any other public transport.
its fun to watch them, their antics, their facial expressions, their twiches. whatever.
but is it perhaps a bit too much to know their presence constantly due to their SmeLLsss?

now the last weekend, as i was travelling by train, and was sitting in the waiting room at the stockport railway station for a connecting train to stoke-on-trent, in walked a middle aged woman, dark complexion, (overly) dressed for a dinner/party on a weekend, with enough luggage towing for a month long vacation. she had short cropped hair, big big eyes, dark red listick on her, gold earrings, rather loops swishing each time she moved her head by even 2 degrees, gold rings, some artificial junkyard kind necklace, mustard color jacket, a flowered top beneath, and denim jeans....not to miss high heeled black sandals.

now why i got to take such a detailed look on her was the (obnoxiously) (stenching) strong perfume smell that floated in the waiting room as she walked in, and set herself. It felt like being in a chamber about to explode due to the strong smells emanating from a source who seemed obviously oblivious to how much attention she was getting.......now as a few things take a little too long to get away, when finally the train arrived, and i took my place, glad to be rid of the 'aromatic bath' i had just had, i found myself sitting across.....yes, no mystery here, 'her' and the 'perfume' again. But, i was in for a shock..........for apparently, atleast to her, she wasn't yet all done and pretty. Out came her little make-up kit, more dark layers of lipstick on top of the many layers that already were, she did her eyebrows, did some powder............and i was praying in between my sly looks, that no, please do not take any little bottle out, no...............and ofcourse out came the style statement, or maybe her favourite parfume........and then the train car became the same chamber, much worse this time, for the conditioning inside the car trapped the smells ; 'hypnotising aromas' making you reel, making you want to drift to sleep, making you want to tell her - lady, you look and sMeLL divine, InFAcT, we all smell the same now :( perhaps mission accomplished !! (do you wanna stop) / (do you wanna pack that demonic bottle in your purse again)

people you watch, ah! yes. but those you get to smell!

and what i am still figuring out till now, is why the hell i didn't get up, move to another train car? why didn't i? or was i actually reeeeeeling under some hypnotic smell, naaa, a spell :)