"What are you doing in there? Is everything all right?"

"Yes, Ill be out in a minute" I replied.

"If you need anything just let me know"

"Yes...I'm okay. I'm just erm..waiting..you go ahead and start without me."

I wish I'd never got myself into this mess. What kind of person puts a tay-lut under their stairs? Tell me.

I decided to flush away but it was way too soon and nothing happened. For a moment panic set in then I saw milk bottle on the floor.

I began filling the bottle with water and pour it in. The blockage it seems was worse than I had expected.

'Hey Amaan (mother)' I whispered to myself. What to do...what to do. I've been in here for twenty-five minutes now. They're going to think I'm doing something else in here.

It was that Gobi (Cauliflower) that did it.

I should have listened to my mum. She always said, "Never eat anything you dont have too. And to be safe never eat from other people's houses. They use oil whereas as your mama always cooks everything with Ghee!"

Oh how right you were mum. How right you were.

Posh people are great arent they. They go and buy useless stuff and have two tay-luts at home. For us having two tay-luts is hard to imagine.

We used to have to go outside in the backyard in the middle of winter. But now we are told we need two tay-luts. One for ourselves and another for the tarakay (dirty) visitors.

In time you learn that women love to check out the hosts bathroom. They dont need to go but will find any excuse to wander upstairs to see what kind of stuff people have there.

'Their bathroom was so clean!' she will exclaim later to her friends or family.

So to stop this intrusion into our homes the second toilet (I mean Tay-lut) has come into being.

You can make as many excuses as you want these days but from now on you will only visit the cubicle at the back of the kitchen or under the stairs.

The host is happy and the modern Asian family keeps the aunties out of the closet.

Back in the tay-lut I was beginning to think I was never going to get out. The smell was getting unbearable now.

Another knock on the door.

"Hey, what's happening in there?"

"I...err..just...erm...need a second."

Moments later I burst open the door and made a run for it

"Listen, I was just on the phone and I need to give this guy a lift. Thanks for the food and everything."

My host looked at me at a funny way and saw me to the door.

Phew that was close. I'm going to avoid that guy for a while.