Radheshyam turned twice, around the Indian style loo. A quart of hooch, usually made his decisions tough. Deciding the approach and aiming right was the toughest part while taking a leak. A matter of inches could make him the laughing stock of the friends sitting outside. It was the noise that made him conscious, not the time spent in there. He shrugged, and laughed at himself before giving up. He took a deep breath as he zipped up and came out relieved. Relieved, not because of the discharge, but because the friends had already paid. Still, he couldn’t stop eyeing that Rs.10 tip. Pretending to take a tissue paper, he slyly picked the tip money and walked behind his friends; gloating over his victory.
