It was early in the morning. The sun was rising in the east. Birds were chirping around. Badal da opened his eyes and batted his eyelids to get accustomed to his surroundings. He was lying on a bench in the garden. He slowly got up in the sitting position. It was a little cold outside. He yawned and shrugged his shoulders. He felt the pressure building up in his stomach. He walked back home. The entrance door of his room was partly open. He went inside his room. When he was about to open the toilet door, he saw the