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Hey OB,
There are many forms to the most pleasurable act in the world. No, please get your head out of your testosterone addled brain, I'm referring to the act of defecation. One has to interview someone with a stoma to understand the sheer pleasure when your sphincter ani contracts and that tight pebble is expelled into the universe. It is you leaving your indelible mark on humanity! In the good old days when we were younger, we would furtively carry a romantic Wild Western comic book in for company. The adventure would continue long after we were done pooping, and it would take one irate parent banging on the door questioning our whereabouts, and motives, to get us off the pot. "You will get piles if you sit on the pot for long," mother's would threaten. Piles seemed to be some terrifying disease which was inflicted upon lazy squatters, and the very threat of it would make the water collected in the mug splash about a bit, and finally return to its docking place. The 90's ushered in the era of bum showers. We got a swanky new bathroom, the title of 'swanky' was earned by the bum shower that was installed. My cousins came over to our house especially to poop. Some older relatives would "come to see the new bathroom" and stare wonderstruck at the sheer genius of the invention. My parents held out for a long time, installing a bum shower as recently as 4 years ago. Their bathroom however, was where the daily news was devoured. They had a collection of the newspapers (two copies would be ordered of each, one for 'outside' and one for the bathroom), TIME magazines and my mum's staple "Good Housekeeping". I remember thumbing through the glossy pages while voiding, and scratching the circular sticker of a perfume sample on the page to extract every last ounce of perfume that was advertised. i would take in deep breaths of the lavendar smell, wishing i owned a bottle of my own, drowning out the smell of self generated absolutions at the same time! A cousin of mine who was particularly innovative had installed a library in his bathroom. He has a shelf full of Archie comics, so his house ranked very high up on the list of houses to poop in. Alas, the 2000s ushered in the mobile phone era. Today, I swipe on reels of Bhumi Pednekar attending a wedding, ads for naturally available GLP 1 receptors, some music courses in far off lands, while going about my business. The sheer pleasure of the unexpected surprise of what you might find in the loo, has disappeared, that element of spontaneity is lost! Everyone's loo is as exciting as the next, because you are taking your own date to the prom. Bum showers, comic libraries, are ignored, unnoticed relics of the past. As for the news.....it should probably remained where it is....in the toilet.
Ps:have you reached Trevor's potty story?
PPS: sorry for the juvenile nature of the rant. Potty and susu is thoroughly beguiling till a certain age! I'm sure Valee and Hala are enthralled by potty jokes. Hope you told them my bear and rabbit joke.
PPPS: I don't think you should stress about Hala wearing a black t shirt to the tuition class some day. In Bombay everyone is in crop tops! It annoys the day lights out of me! These girls are too young for the attention!
Meanwhile, remember me in your daily absolutions if this post made you laugh:)
Aai