The 'pee pressure' in Salasar Darbar
The bus (Salasar Darbar, I couldn't find its picture) departed from Taranagar, the city where I pursued my Senior Secondary. I had just emptied my bladder, so I wasn't expecting any urine problems until the next city, Sardarshahar. (I forgot to mention. I was going to Pokhran, Jaisalmer, where my sister is posted as a primary teacher in a nearby rural school. Her flatmate had gone home. My bhanja is just 2 yrs old.) But I was wrong. Within minutes, I could feel the pressure again building up in my bladder. "I just peed. It's beyond comprehension!" I laughed. My rational mind had already projected, "You can't make it to Sardarshahar, boy. It is at least an hour away. Better to ask the guy to stop the bus for you at the next village or so and release it." Another bunch of neurons jumped in, "Come on, Vinoda, don't fall for such nonsense. You just peed 5 minutes ...