Communitatti: Musings from a Community Toilet


Communitatti: Musings from a Community Toilet

Illustration: Sushant Ahire


y morning routine comprises lying motionless in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering what it would feel like to just stay there forever. My thoughts are interrupted by a slight prod in the pit of my stomach. I ignore it. Then somewhere, between my third sip of coffee and an alt-fact- ridden video about the Illuminati, it happens again, that familiar prod, accompanied by some rumbling. I know it’s moving south, so I grab my third cigarette of the day and I’m off. As I make my way to the toilet, I walk past my mum, my neighbours, and a stray dog everyone lovingly calls Bhadwa – each step bringing me closer to taking what I hope will be an epically euphoric shit.

My dreams of euphoria are dashed when I encounter Salman, Aftab, and Raja, waiting patiently ahead of me, with buckets in tow, for their chance at rectal nirvana. We’ve all queued up in front of the two loos that serve as common toilets for five homes. I’m fourth in line and I know this isn’t going to be pleasant. Raja’s family is vegetarian; they survive on a diet of dal.