People Defecating in the Open – A Bitter Sight and a Bigger Cause #CauseAChatter

Going to regular shopping in the local central markets a common routine for everybody. But what happens when you park your car in the parking lot of the market, wearing your best shoes and best clothes, open the door of the car and step out. “Eeks!” You just stepped on somebody’s poop. Feeling disgusted, you rub your shoes against the footpath, cursing, you move on. Who did that? Why was it there? It’s not something we need to bother. Blame the government agencies, MCD, Central Government, and State Government and so on. 

As a mother, it bothers me. When we are going somewhere and my kids spot some man urinating in public or poor children defecating in the open, they question me. 

“Why are they doing that in the open?” they ask. 

My answer, “they are poor and illiterate.”

“But why don’t they do it in the toilet.” They continue. 

“Because they are poor and don’t have a house and no toilets,” I answer them.

“What about hand wash?” the curious minds continue. 

“Well! They don’t wash their hands.” I try to give them a suitable reply once again. 

“Mom, you tell us that if we don’t wash our hands, we will fall sick. Don’t they fall sick?” the curiosity continues. 

“Of course! They fall sick due to lack of hygiene and sanitation facilities.” I try to satisfy their curiosity. 

As an individual, we try to give clothes, food, books and other utility items to help the poor and the needy but what about providing sanitation facilities?

Small steps lead to big change 

Before blaming others, we should take the responsibility ourselves.

We distribute sweets and chocolates on the birthdays of our children, likewise, we can also distribute hygiene products like soaps or sanitizer to poor kids. 

Giving soaps and shampoos to the maids and community helpers of our neighbourhood. 

Spreading awareness about hygiene and sanitation. 

Educating the poor like the maids, the community helpers and sweepers about the use of public toilets and teaching them the importance of washing hands. 

Organising cleaning drives on a regular basis where we go out and take the initiative to clean our neighbourhood. 

The Sulabh Model of Toilets

The Toilet Museum of Delhi is one of the very interesting places in the city. The museum not only exhibits various models of toilets but provides a solution to one of the biggest problems of our country – Sanitation.

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The Sulabh model of toilets is perhaps the simplest and the most cost-effective way of dealing with the problem of sanitation in our country. 

Some of the advantages of Sulabh flush composting toilets are:

1.    Hygienically and technically right

2.    Socially acceptable

3.    Affordable and easy to build with available material. 

4.    Eliminates mosquitoes, flies and insect breeding. 

5.    Free from health hazards and does not cause pollution

6.    Easy to maintain, simple and cost-effective

7.    Needs less space and less water

8.    Converts the waste into biogas, rich fertilisers, soil conditioner, manure and clean and reusable water. 

9.    Can be easily constructed in the premises of the house, terrace or for the public needs

10.    Can be easily connected to sewers.

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When I visited the Toilet Museum, the cleanliness of the area amazed me and to think that there is a human waste treatment plant. There was no odour, the biogas is to light the bulbs and cook food, the manure and fertilisers are used for the plants and the clean and reusable water for watering the plants. The best part – no pollution anywhere of any kind. 

Encouraging the Sulabh Model of Toilets and the waste treatment plants like these can go a long way in dealing with the problem of poverty and sanitation in our country. 

Crime or No Crime #FridayFictioneer

Jatin Marwah, the young owner of Residency Hotel, was found dead in his office, leaving behind his entire fortune for Shimona, his charming wife. Cardiac arrest, that’s what the doctors declared. He was known to be an alcoholic.

Standing beside the round table and looking at the array of towering glasses and the tea cups in the hotel lobby, Shimona looked captivating in her white embroidered Kurta salwar. There was a faint bewitching smile on her pink lips, “When marital rape and adultery are not crimes, then choosing a path of freedom isn’t too,” she said to herself.

Linking up the story with Rochelle Wisoff as part of  #FridayFictioneer.

Painting the Canvas of Life

Her canvas had lost its colours after the death of her mother due to cancer.
He was a wanderer, a nature photographer.
The love for colours brought the two closer.
He had lost his love due to cancer too.
“Losing love in life doesn’t mean losing hope too,” he said. Taking out a ring from his pocket and sliding it in her hand, he said, “I want you to fill colours in my life.”
“Me too,” she said.
Together they coloured not only their lives but also the life of his girlfriend’s autistic child whom they adopted with all the love and care, and called her Neelima, after her mother. 

She loved those Slippers until… #FFfAW

If there was one thing Latika was obsessed with was her slippers. She had innumerable pairs of slippers still she could never resist herself from buying more. She was getting married to Saarthak and was planning an entirely new collection of them for her trousseau.
“Don’t you think 15 pairs are a bit too much?” her mother questioned.
“Mom, I can’t go on repeating the same for every party,” was her answer.
A month later, she came back to her mom. Her face full of bruises, her eyes swollen and blue. There were red marks of slippers on all over her body.
She cried in her mother’s arms, “You were right mom. I shouldn’t have bought them!”

Linking up this post with Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers  #FFfAW

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Michelle DeAngelis. Thank you Michelle!

The Ballerina

She was born to dance. She was learning ballet since she was 5. Her dream was going to be true. She will be performing at the biggest dance competition. 
“Sam,” she called her boyfriend to break the news. She told him about it, excitement clearly showed in her voice. 
They fixed up a date to celebrate.
He brought her chocolates and strawberries. 
He kissed her and dropped her outside her house.
In a flash of a second, she was flying and thrown yards away. 
“Your feet shall not dance on anyone else’s tunes.” He grinned evilly.