MVO: With his job on the line, Nitesh lands at the deserted airport of Jaisalmer. In a neat folder, he is carrying two sheets of paper. Either he meets the client with those at 9 am sharp or his firm is fired. And then, he is fired. His legs move as quickly towards the exit gate, as did his hands in the flight while gobbling up the chicken tikka sandwich, he got for breakfast.
A chicken tikka sandwich for breakfast on a budget flight? Bad idea. Nitesh runs in to the first washroom he can find and is immediately grateful to god (sfx sigh of relief), that it wasn’t an inch farther away. He prays to god that even if it’s a bad case of gastro, may it wait until after 9 am.
He looks where the toilet paper roll should be. Uh huun it’s not there. He opens the tap. Unn huun no water. He flushes. Unn huun. No water anywhere. (sfx more flushing) Unn..huun.
Sitting on the toilet seat, Nitesh weighs his options.
Option one, he wipes himself clean with those two sheets of paper with the missing floor plan on them, created by 132 architect man hours.
Option two, he stays where he is and how he is.
Nitesh cups his palms to his face, wipes the sweat off his brow and then runs his fingers through his hair ummm… his luxurious, black, curly, thick, smooth, skullfull of hair ummmm….
Dabur Jasmine hair oil makes your hair so gorgeous, it feels mmm. Keep running those fingers.