It started with a smell. A peculiar smell that made him walk all the way to the corner of his life. If anyone bothered to ask him about it, he would say something profound like ‘it was an opulent occurrence’. No one would know exactly what he meant and neither did he. But he would sound worthy in his words.

He hated most smells people revel in: wet grass after the rain, lavender early morning or the smell or the ocean air as you drive by the vastness of blue. On this morning, he was sitting at his mediocre desk, at his mediocre job, in a mediocre building. The smells in this building has become familiar to the story of his miserable existence. Jody in Finance wearing too much perfume. The smell of warmed up food when you pass the kitchen on your way to make copies you don’t really need. Urinal blocks when you make small talk while relieving yourself, asking Bill how his wife and stupid kids are doing.

But today, everything was about to change.