And I woke up like normal, and after a quick cup of coffee, expressed a wish to see the toilet. And was told that there was none. “We go to tea estates,� he said, this son of the richest family in the village. The admission had the effect of stunning me into holding back for a good ten minutes.
“Ok, take me there then.�
“Where?�
“Tea estate man, I got to go.�
“Err… sorry, but now is the time for women. You have to wait another half hour before the male window starts.�
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Karthik
Jan 6th, 2007 at 8:49 pm | #
Something happened and the post disappeared for a while, but now it seems to be back up. My apologies in case you came looking for some quality shit and found nothing instead…
The Rational Fool
Jan 7th, 2007 at 8:27 am | #
Apparently, toilet-disadvantaged Indian minds think in tandem – my recent post on optimal bladder control on a day out in Chennai.