(Listen to “Ode to Joy” while reading for full effect)
April 15th, 2010 by Kate

At that moment, no-one else in the world was as happy as I was- this, I was absolutely certain. I felt like I was a balloon floating away in a warm breeze. It just felt so right- so perfect. It felt like I belonged to the world again. One of the few great things that I loved about my life in my world was there.

There was toilet paper. A whole entire giant roll of it was sitting on one of those extra large holders. I felt like I had never seen so much toilet paper in my life.

And the bathroom was clean.

And it smelled slightly of citrus.

And the walls and floor were yellow and sparkly and spotless.

I felt like crying.

No, I am not being cheesy. When you are in India for a month, you really start to question if once in your life, there was ACTUALLY something existing called toilet paper. It seems like the clouds, always just out of reach. I swaggered over, half in a dream and took a big chunk off of the roll. I then blew my nose just for the heck of it. I regally threw the tissue into the metal garbage can and took another whiff of what I am sure must have been one of those highly toxic antibacterial sprays.

At that moment, I felt like I could raise my arms up and a symphony would strike up Ode to Joy and the whole bathroom would sparkle in gold. I might have actually cried, but I was too overwhelmed to remember.

2 Responses  
Miranda writes:
April 20th, 2010 at 9:36 am

Oh Kate! I Miss You

Anita (Nana) writes:
April 21st, 2010 at 3:28 pm

I am so sorry my Uncle Bernard not around to possibly fill you in on the out door john at his parents home! At my grandparents farm, we cousins have stories to tell of TP in the out door john.
You made me laugh.

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