Too much pressure

It was a beautiful day for Rekha. She woke up before her alarm went off. Bathing water was at optimum temperature. Got ready 5 minutes earlier than usual. Walked to her bus stop instead of taking an auto. And...there she was. Occupying her regular seat in the bus. All familiar faces. Her neighbor was engrossed in his morning newspaper giving her enough space to sit comfortably in her half of the cushioned bench. All comfy and good. 

She was so relaxed that she could hear the birds chirping. She noticed that it was not too sunny today. Just pleasantly bright. Her neighbor, who was done reading the morning news, looked at her while folding the newspaper. They exchanged smiles and returned to their respective morning commute contemplations.

Just when she was about to call it the best morning ever, it happened. A horrendous, unimaginable and unacceptable act. 

Calm down. Maybe that's not it. Maybe he is about to do something else. Don't panic. It's still a fine morning. Oh no!

Her neighbor did exactly what she feared. Saving her morning was out of the picture now. All she cared about was saving herself. She was mentally calculating all the possible scenarios of what could happen and ways of escaping the consequences without causing a scene. She glanced in her neighbor’s direction to see the damage done until now. 

Urghhhh...

His hand was already there. Inside his nose. Moving along its contours. After moving 2-3 times clockwise and anticlockwise, he seemed to have taken hold of a solid substance inside. He took it out with his thumb and index finger and started rolling it. The only positive thing was that his hand was on the other side. That meant she was safe. 

Just when she was about to look away, he shifted hands. 

Maybe he couldn't shape it round with his left hand. Maybe he is right-handed.

Not funny...

She scolded herself wiping the sweat beads which had started appearing on her forehead. As he stopped rolling, she mentally calculated all the trajectories and the directions that ball could fly in. By now she was sitting on the edge of the bench with her eyes closed tightly. She peeked to see that it had landed somewhere around his feet. 

Phewww...

This was a close one.

By now her neighbor had taken out a file and started reading it. She thanked God for not being the one checking this file after him. She got down at her bus stop. After her little tryst with the booger, she conceded that perfect mornings are too good to be true. That's just too much pressure on regular mornings and she knew how it felt to be under pressure. She decided to let the mornings be.

Back in the bus-

Birds chirping. Pleasantly bright morning. Window seat. Even the neighbor has alighted leaving the whole seat for me. Breath of fresh air without any hindrance. It is a perfect morning indeed.