Hello friends, Public toilets in India always leave me breathless, with relief and also with lack of air. They also bring to mind the subtle difference between oft misused words such as available and accessible, by virtue of being inaccessible even when they are available, which is not very often . A curies peek inside one transports the most hardened hearts and most insensitive noses to well- stocked chemistry lab paying olfactory tribute to Messrs Haber& Bosch. The English Teacher Taught me that some public toilet won’t just haunt your dream and permanently damage your sense of smell, they can kill you .seriously if you don’t believe me, you should talk to RK Narayan. he’s dead but if you really want to, The English Teacher suggests you should be able to manage it . He’ll tell you he wrote a lovely, life -affirming novel after an unfortunate woman who happened to be his wife visited your typical reeking public toilet and died soon after contracting typhoid. it was called The English Teacher.