It comprises 70% of the earth, up to 60% of the human body is water, the brain is composed of 70% water, and the lungs are nearly 90% water. None of us can live for a day without drinking water in some form. The first thing I do on waking up is grab the bottle of water near my bed and inhale a few drops. But this is not an essay on water and its many uses (wrote that way back in school 20 years ago). And no, I am not going to write about the Kosi and the Mahanadi and Hurricane Ike and floods and disasters.
We live in a flat where we get water 24 hours a day, you may think that’s not a big deal but out here it is. Water is scarce, especially during summer. One of the first things we always ask before renting a house is – is there 24 hours water supply? And it’s almost always mentioned in ads too (eg- flat for rent, 2BHK, car parking, 24 hrs water). It’s terrible living in a house where you have to get up at some odd hour of the morning (7 AM comes to mind), shake off your sleep and wait for the water to make its glorious entrance through the pipes. Then fill all the buckets and barrels and whatever containers you have, and trudge back to bed. It will never make it to my top 10 list of fun activities. Not even the top 100. So imagine my joy and rapture when the watchman came yesterday evening and announced that due to some problem with something, was it the water pump or the tanker I’m not so sure now, from today onwards the water will only come twice a day, at 7 AM and 7 PM. We got up late this morning and woke up to a dry tap. Luckily I had filled a few buckets last night and that took care of our washing up, but doing anything else was out of the question. Sunday is usually the day I clean house, do my laundry, and cook. With no water in the house I could do none of the above, which is why I am sitting here now writing this, waiting for my 7 PM deliverance.