The sun was was waging a losing battle, but still was beating up the bus with a fierce force, the dusty road made the traveling worse, it was a difficult one to decide, but i had to make the move.
I twisted open the bottle cap and it gave out a sweet sound - releasing the gas inside. It was a simple kiss - and the throat blessed me.
The bus swayed right and left gently and entered the 'Motel'. I got out for an important conversation with the nature and i sensed a sour smell coming from the other corner - i proceeded towards it.
As i was about to get nearer, i took a deep breath and held on - with a hope of supporting enough oxygen to keep my brain functioning- before i would faint off there.
I entered the specially designed rectangular cubical, stood there and P***ed a beautiful parabola, i felt the cool wind blew through my zipper - though thankful, i could imagine how that wind would have smelled. I zipped back, turned quickly and moved away gasping for air, it was a straining exercise - and i hated p***ing every time there.
Meanwhile a vendor over the other end - switched on the sound system, it was a nice song from the movie 'Mayavi', i started making steps towards the bus and i heard strange voices behind me...
The vendor switched to a next song - this time too it followed me, i stood there puzzled - questioning myself -what the hell is this?
The newly switched song " Ulaga Nayaganey.." from Dasavatharam was echoing and i could hear about twelve to fifteen times the same line with a minute gap of few Milli-seconds.
My brain started working on this, and found the answer - the sound system was in exact opposite position to the `toilet-cubicals` and the echo had a strange effect on me, i felt the toilets were singing in their own voice and Himesh's music was already being pissed over.
Well, if the Beauty (of - Walt Disney's`Beauty and the Beast` fame ) can have a speaking tea-pot, a pendulum clock and co. - i wondered,why not singing toilets..!!
~ You know, fairy god-mother is as insane as a wet cat.
