The water was icy cold. It smelled – and tasted – rusty. But with a day’s worth of grime on me that needed a swift slough, I wasn’t complaining.
The bathroom was huge, the size of a typical HDB master bedroom. But in this case, space wasn’t necessarily a luxury.
Three pails of well water stood in one corner. A pile of laundry occupied another. As a tiny toad hopped across the slimy, slippery floor, I flicked a presumably injured cricket off my left foot and got on with my bath.
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