Feeling of being caught red-handed while smoking

1. SUTTA RUN-IN The lockdown couldn’t have been any worse for me. My brother came home, my strict father is at home and I too, coincidentally, walked in for a holiday. The only thing I did not anticipate was that this lockdown will become a noose and now I am stacked with smokes but stacked out of places to smoke! So I would do what most desperate souls do, hide in the toilet at wee hours to light up my freedom. But my father and mother’s suspicion was rising, I would find excuses to just get some free moments. My brother would stay quiet like the good boy he has always been. Oh, did I forget to mention he is the ideal Sharmaji ka beta types? It is a cruel joke here because my surname is Sharma. I forgot to introduce myself, I am Rohan Sharma and this is my bizarre sutta story. So one day, early morning, I was pacing towards my bathroom. My bowels were on fire and my brother was inside. “How much longer?” I asked while banging the door incessantly. Junior Sharma came out and moved away from me. I entered the bathroom and a misty air greeted me. I was surprised for a moment, there was a familiar smell mixed with something sweet in the air. My senses trained, I moved around sniffing until I was certain. My younger brother wasn’t so innocent after all. That night after dinner, when my brother was going for his regular bath, I asked him to wait a second and not bolt the door. Suspicious, he asked why? I said I needed to wash my hands. He stood staring at me, I entered the bathroom, smiled and whispered to him, “I know”. He had an ‘I don’t know what you are talking about’ look and I smiled with all my elder brotherly wisdom. “Please don’t outsmart the smarter sibling here.” I moved immediately and fished out the lighter from his pockets. He turned pale with fear. “No that is not mine! I can explain…” he went on a nervous mumble. I told him to relax and reassured him, “This will be our secret as brothers, you don’t have to hide.” I did not know that this small step would mean the world to him. We then smoked every night in our room and talked. Perhaps it took a small cigarette to build a bridge between us finally.

2. Source: https://www.smokersforum.in/smokers-digest/detail/sutta-stories/sutta-run-in