Bathroom Nirvana

I have always has a penchant for sizeable bathrooms, probably because I have spent all my childhood within the confines of a large ‘Kothi’ albeit I had the dingiest room in it!

My dingy little room did not have its attached bath since it was connected to another room. Being the OCD child that I am, I cannot stand wading in a wet bathroom, or having the toothpaste squeezed from the top, or not leaving the bathroom seat down etc. So I had no other option but to waddle my teeny arse to the master bedroom, which had been converted into a sitting room way back!

Being the bath attached to the master bedroom, it was damn large with an attached changing room inside it!

Now I don’t know about you, but I like my privacy and personal space. And the fact is, you can bolt your door, retreat in your den or launch of to Jupiter, someone will always knock on your door, or ask you 20 questions as to why you want to be alone.

But a bathroom is just the perfect place to be. Firstly, you detox and secondly, and most importantly, no one comes knocking or asks you questions ( I know some of you will beg to differ, but can I help it if you live with uncouth people).

It’s so relaxing, that I actually has a book cabinet installed, got a cushy cover on the pots seat so I could sit for hours and indulge in a long, silent Bathroom Nirvana!

Gibber-ish

When you’re looking for trust, look for the celebration that is phosphorus and then it will glow and proclaim that perhaps it wasn’t shagged to death in a tumult of deathliness that would soon be the undoing of a matron who was monitoring the halls in the hope that a sergeant from the infantry division of the unit from WWII would be along shortly and present her with pork sausages and eggs(on the sunny side up, of course) and then they would indulge themselves in a mad and passionate burping contest whose sounds would haunt the hollowed halls of the very institution for many days. And perhaps one day, a young student would lean gently against the wall and in a rare moment of silence, hear the echo of the actions past, between the matron and the much decorated war veteran.