Our neighbor was a widower, whose adult children lived far away. A traditional and orthodox Brahmin, he had a young family live with him to do things around the house--including cooking his meals.
The young couple soon had a child. A beautiful boy.
The beaming young mother often came over with her son, and we loved playing with him.
In the hot and humid conditions of the place, the kid was the lucky one who was unclothed. While the rest of us were complaining about the heat, fanning ourselves, and wiping off the sweat, there he was in his naked self enjoying exploring the world.
But, no clothes on him meant that his pees became puddles on the floor. And worse was the steaming pile of shit ;)
Even then, cleaning those awful things was beyond me. Stomach-churning.
In response, all I did was walk up to my mother, or the kid's mother, to inform them that they had a job to do. "Clean up on aisle 3!"
Going to grandma's villages exposed us to a lot more nudity. It was not only infants and toddlers, but even 7- and 8-year olds were casually out and about bare naked. At the river or the canal, the kids frolicked in the nude.
After the mad rush to cover ourselves up, now even a little bit of baring of the skin makes heads turn. Wardrobe malfunctions become headline news. People of all ages, even the young ones, send selfie nudies to others.
Maybe our lives would have been less complicated if we had not worried too much about nudity.
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