In the old town of Davangere, there lived a poor woman who dreamed of one day constructing her own toilet. Ever since she was a littel girl, she knew this to be her destiny. The vision of her own toilet became her singular passion in life, a fire that burned within her and brought her forth through the challenges of life. Her dream consumed her and indeed became her.
One day, she knew that the day had come. She would finally construct her own toilet and make her mark in the world. To her, the toilet was so much more than a toilet; it was the very embodiment of her soul, of her being.
Sadly, she was not allowed the build the toilet because she was a woman. There was only one thing left to do. The passion that she kept within her for so long, the fire that consumed her, would manifest materially and consume her body. Then they will see and they will know.