It had been seven hours since she left her house. A journey that would have taken just eight hours to complete was only halfway completed. Thanks to the never ending traffic in her city that kept people honking and cursing under the fog that had started accumulating in the environment around them. The chilly winters were a menace if you did not have the counter acting facility in your automobiles. Thankfully, her dad had gifted her a brand new car on her twenty first birthday last year. The heat generated by the blowers was at least keeping her warm. But did not facilitate her bladder much.
When the traffic jam was cleared, she felt relieved. The night was approaching and the fact that she had purposefully taken off from her home at noon to avoid the situation made her cringe. Worst of all, she knew that she will not be able to control her bladder for the next few hours. She needed to relieve herself. But where?
She applied brakes when she entered her hometown and spotted a local market of the area. All she did before asking the first person was pray.
“Is there a toilet around this area for women?” she asked the shopkeeper.
“No ma’am. You should have thought about it before leaving your home,” he said in the local language turning his face away.
She winced again. “What will I do now”, she thought considering her options. No way was she going to control for so many hours. As she turned towards her car and started walking, she heard a guy call out to her.
“Come with me to my home and I will help you in relieving yourself”, he remarked in a shabby tone. His remark was accompanied by the laughter of a few more guys. She did not even want to turn towards them. She pulled her car out and headed forward.
In a few miles, she found a vacant space. She halted her car and looked around. There was no one around and the road did not seemed to encourage much of the vehicles. It was dark already and she was in pain by now. She hopped out of her car and giving a look over her shoulder, sat in front of the wall. She could not believe what she was doing but the immense relief made her forget that.
Suddenly she noticed a flash light. She stood up immediately placing her clothes in their rightful position and turned around. Her darkest fears had lightened up while she was turning. It could have been anyone.
Luckily it was a police officer out for patrol.
“What were you doing?” he asked her.
“I... I was.. umm I...” she trembled while speaking and then she felt the tears running down her cheeks.
“Hey. Shush. I did not mean to. I just wanted to warn you that this is not a good place to be alone at this hour. You should have probably controlled,” he said with concern.
“I could not find a toilet”, was all she could mutter.
This is not the story of a single woman. She was just visiting her hometown for the first time on her own. She wanted to surprise her grandmother. She did not know she will have to face such a situation.
Does the fact bother you that in her hometown, not every house has toilet facilities? That people are forced to relieve themselves out in the open?
The situation is worse for the women as it is quite easy for men to pee in public areas if in need. When will the government start thinking about the issue? Do you know how many rape cases could have been avoided if there was a public restroom available? What should women do when they are in need?
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