The previous night’s dinner was a bit too much. I had a big fried pomfret, fish curry and rice. It was even a bit too indulgent for a Bengali catching an early morning long-distance flight! Started for the immigration after collecting my boarding pass but a sense of inexplicable urgency took me to the toilet instead. I entered the loo and stood hesitantly in front of the four cubicles, two western and the other two, closer to our roots. They were small and quite dirty and I stood there with my strong resolve for good cleanliness and hygiene and wondered what should be the way out. I may have had a subtle frown on my face, when a kind little fellow, with an unmistakable wig on the head and an angel-like smile on his face, beckoned me to the passage outside. I followed him and he pointed at a big door and requested me to get in. I got inside and ah, I found myself inside a massive lavatory, no smaller than a modest bedroom, sparkling clean with all the facilities that a man in urgency might need. A big backlit mirror adorned the wall on one side with white Mandevilla flowers in a vase in one corner. Brand new white sanitaryware gleamed like diamonds under it and I was filled with tears of gratitude for that little gentleman. This was King Solomon’s Mines, I thought, and at that moment I wouldn’t have even traded real diamonds for it. (This is the fifth post in the series. Previous posts can be found on my Instagram account https://www.instagram.com/lightlifters/ or Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/pushan.chakravarty.7 ) #illustration #illustratorofinstagram #photooftheday #traveldiary #instainsta #instart #brushpen #airportstories #brushandink #sketchbook #traveljournal https://www.instagram.com/p/B5jsuyzApet/?igshid=9k0q5nlg7g5f
