Prad and I have this ongoing argument about towels. Being from India, Prad is ok with reusing the same bath towels over and over. It is a part of his environmental crusade, to not wash laundry unless absolutely necessary. He also insists on air drying the towels, which leaves them rough and stiff. I, on the other hand, love to indulge in the small luxury of soft, clean smelling towels, once in a while. This is one of the habits I acquired when I moved to the US, and that is hard to give up. When I lived in France, taking a shower was such a chore, and a spartan experience, especially the drying with a ridiculously small piece of cloth.
Yesterday, the smell of the towels, ripe with a week of daily usage, finally got to me. I grabbed all the towels and gave them a good laundry treatment, with hot water, preferred cycle. I stopped short of dumping them in the dryer, and hung them to dry. I have become a product of the American culture, that sets very high standards for personal cleanliness, regardless of the cost. This image I saw in Paris Match two weeks ago, of two kids in Sri Lanka, smiling and playing in water filled with garbage, is haunting me.