"LOO could be here" he thought, "I've never been on this street before, toilet could be anywhere". The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE LOO" he thought.
Mundian to bach ke reverberated through his whole tuktuk making it pulse even as the 5 rupee masala chai circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of toilets after dark.
"With a tuktuk you can go wherever you want" he said to himself, out loud