The Loo door knock.

There is one person in every family who is subject to this. For many, it may be the only place of Zen, an escape from the mundane; but the moment they enter to answer nature's call or to scrub away a day's dirt and sweat, bang goes the knock on the door. Bang, not knock!

Where is my wallet? Where is my toy? Questions accompanying the knocking goes on like these. The female as mother or wife is subject to this more often, with a few male counterparts also occasionally enjoying this adventure. This poor victim gets no time to freshen up, whereas others spend up to hours in the same place with a handheld gadget connected to high-speed wifi and no bangs to bother them.

This member of the family is characteristic. For them, the cake suddenly turns too sweet when it does not suffice for the children if they ask for more than what was their fair share of the portion. 

These members are easily spotted when they come for public functions along with their families. They are the odd man out with the whole family dressed creaseless, but they in weary clothes; or even if the clothes are all out of the fashion stores' latest collections, the poor thing's hairdo will be odd and not suiting the occasion. Where on earth have they the time to fend for themselves after feeding to all the knockings?

Now, who is responsible for the knock? It is undoubtedly the one who goes inside. They have made themselves available to the taken-for-granted family to find things the others could have sought for themselves. It is never too late to give yourselves, your mind, your body a YOU-time, at least when after a day's work you scrub.