Shit Chronicles #2 : Rendezvous

It can’t be a worse day in Mumbai when constipation and humidity happen at the same night. I again caution my fussy readers, that further reading can be ‘gross’ for you. Ahhh. The relief mere farting can bring to a jam packed ass. 

Anyhow this happens to be another curious event when I took another leisurely trip to the bathroom for evacuation of my bowels. Since I hadn’t developed the habit then to carry reading material in the bathroom unless it wasn’t for a school examination I was more left to my thoughts during the ‘potty times’. Silence, pluck - pluck and flush were the only noises made. And with reference to Shit Chronicles #1 I had made a point leave a last look at the pond before flushing (for those who haven’t read, I had passed black tarry stools which was a terrible sign of concern). I was horrified when I discovered the member accompanying my stool, a more or less deep brown coloured, fleshy and thick with spots and bulging black eyes. The was a fat toad next to my shit! I immediately got up with horror to flush off the elements of the water, only to find the one with life trying to hop up against the gushing cyclone. I close the lid in horrified and left the premises immediately. I report the incident to my parents only to learn the neighbouring toads had taken refuge in the drain pipes during the rains. I was determined not to visit the same toilet later that day. Hence later the same night for a piss I make a move to the attached bathroom of my parents’ bedroom, only to learn I had made a rendezvous with a new potty friend. Well, I flushed again and it was gone.