Wednesday, 1 August 2018

Short Story: Gents washroom

'Today, we are going to have lunch of your choice.' I pushed the menu towards my cousin, sitting next to me.
'Tandoori roti and chicken masala.' He ordered.
Food was served after 15 minutes. As I took the first bite, I patted my brother's back.
'Good choice, bro. '
I had great liking for green chillies. And believe me, it was mouth watering as I filled my mouth with roti, chicken, fresh onion and a bite of green chilli.  Within a few minutes, my plate was clean and my stomach was full with two tandoori rotis, chicken masala, four pieces of ringed onion and two green chillies. But my eyes complimented the food and my ears felt the hot flavour. I could not control and rush to the washroom. I pushed the door and I was lucky that the basin was just one hand away from there. I gargled my mouth and spit the water three to four times. As I came out,  I saw three to four gentlemen standing outside. I looked at them. 'What happen? Stop staring at me! ' My eyes spoke.
'Please turn back, '  a gentleman pointed with a similar back. He was trying to impress me few seconds back with his English accent and now he was giving me that too smart look.
I turned and looked towards the door.  'Gents Toilet.'
I stood there with my mouth wide open.
'Gosh! I used gents washroom basin.' I thought to myself.
'Excuse me, madam.  You are blocking my way,' the gentleman said with a wicked smile.
I stepped forward and kept walking towards the table, fighting my own thoughts.
'The tap has nothing to do with Gents toilet. It's water that you have used and stop over reacting,' my mind intelligently remarked.

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