Literary Work
Kaentian Street
PUBLIC POTTIES KJ Hannah Greenberg
“Arjun! No!” The squatting man looked up from his early morning emptying of his digestive system. His wife, his mother, his sister, and five other women from their village were watching him defecate on the jute. He had thought that at this hour of the day, women were too busy tending babies and making breakfast to interfere with men’s activities. An unidentifiable voice continued the tirade by shouting at him, Stop! Stop right now!” Arjun didn’t know whether to pull up his pajamas and ruin their fabric or to continue to void in front of the women. As it were, those females ordinarily identifiable as “family” or as
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