Personal hygiene is important to me. I don't believe cleanliness is just a state of mind (that's important too). So when temperatures are running high, the outhouse is one of my favourite places, perhaps next only to the bedroom.

During summers, I indulge in a bit of tap dancing to go with my bathroom singing. And no, I don't wash my dirty linen in public; privacy is important as well (though I can tell you it's usually quite a performance).

I understand there are risks. According to some, more accidents happen inside bathrooms than on Delhi roads. If you are careless while dealing with a cocktail of water, soap and oil, life can slip through your fingers at the slightest pretext.

During winters, I start telling myself that beauty is indeed skin-deep and there is no harm in occasionally raising a stink

But when you've been in the situation often enough, you realise that after the 15-minute wet dream is over and the bubbles have burst, you will eventually find dry land.

It's a different story when the mercury starts to take a dive. It requires enough courage to get out from under the blanket, but the thought of being soaked to the skin makes me want to throw in the towel and tap out.
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I start telling myself that beauty is indeed skin-deep and there is no harm in occasionally raising a stink. And I am anyway a complete anti-social; what have I got to lose?