Dexter and the little fart!

Being a part of a big family which was now nuclear but lived in close proximity, family get togethers were always a big thing. 20 odd relatives and cousins would get together over dinner, conversations and playing cards.

This time, we were hosting. We cooked and everyone binged on everything from samosas to pani puri, pav bhaji to vada pav and washed it down with everything from sodas to ice creams. Post dinner, everyone would sit in the living area, picking their teeth and rubbing their bellies.

"Indian cuisine is filled with spices and masalas and is a guaranteed recipe for gas."

Having eaten one too many pani puri's, I couldn't control the flatulence and let one rip silently. The air-conditioned room turned into a gas chamber as everyone screamed in disgust, belched and even covered their nose. Since it was a silent rip, I played along and started pointing fingers at everyone.

Until, this moment, Dexter was sitting in the far corner of the room, next to mom. He sniffed the air, got up, walked around the room, came towards me, sniffed my butt and started barking.

What was supposed to be a night of card games continued, only I was barred from the room.

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