Profession = lifestyle!

So this lady in her early thirties, lost her husband a few years ago. She has two small kids, and now works in a field of some farmer for daily wages.
What can be so special about today’s story? Nothing much I guess.
Before we get back to our lady, Let me remind you that you are reading this, maybe sitting at home on on the run like most of my busy-bee readers, have had that ‘oh so comforting and refreshing’ shower not so long ago.
Wait what just happened? cant make heads or tails out of what you read? Well don’t worry and stop predicting. Just follow my lead here.
okay where were we?
Oh right we were in the shower! (focus!)
So the water drizzling down from our heads, that feeling of getting cleansed. The first thing that comes to your mind is the hectic day that you had or will have ahead of you. The shower sure is a godsend when the aching muscles thank the stream of droplets for the gentle massage they give. Then comes the aroma. The lather on the loofah! The gentle scrub. OK I am gonna stop now! Everyone has their own way of daily cleansing under the shower  or in tub and so do you.
And on some days when it gets just beyond your nerves a cold one or a hot hub is the perfect medicine to calm ourselves down.  By far, I believe pool parties are the best-est of ways one can ditch the heat and have a good time!
I shall try and avoid mentioning hot tubs as the heat is a hated topic these days. Every ommpa-loompa out there is bitching and running their mouths about it!
In a country like India where unlike western countries agriculture is still something that is looked down upon. No matter who you are you will never inspire your kid to go become a farmer! Rather you will encourage them to be doctors or moreover the one thing Indians love to be “The Engineer”.

Still wondering what am I getting at? Okay lets connect all loose ends now.

Well lets come back to the lady that we were talking about. To be a single mother is a task.  No I am not enlightening you , hell everybody knows that. And when you have two more mouths to feed and both are barely five to six year old it is even harder to bring it all together. Just like rubber, the human body has its limits, you stretch it beyond capacity it breaks beyond repair.
So our poor single mother was working in the fields a few days ago and google says it was a scorching 45 degrees out there in Telangana, previously a part of Andhra Pradesh. She hears he kids cry form under a tree a little afar at the edge of the farm, where she had placed them. She ran to them and saw their chapped lips and dried tears. Only to see that the poor souls craved for water. She told them to stay put and not to come out of the shade of the tree. Already tired from the toiling since daybreak, she covered head with a cloth and placed the small pot on her head. And headed towards the nearest water source. It was noon at the time she left. Her feet giving way. But she had to keep walking as fast as she could for her children were waiting and counting on her that she will quench their thirst. Being an illiterate has its pros you see. Because she did not know how much twelve kilometers was. All she knew was to keep walking until she gets to the nearest bore-well and pumps some of it and rush back the twelve km back to where she started.
The terrain out there is not a laid roadway but a barren land with coiling pathways. Before she could even reach the water. It all started to sway and she was loosing her pace. Then it all went black. She had collapsed midway.
Some farmers were going back home after a long days work when they saw a few rags far from the fields. They walked towards the heap of darkened bodies only to find two small ex-human beings holding hands.
News spread and then they summed it all up like this.
Mother falls unconscious on her way to get water, Kids unable to wait any longer walk in the sun in search of their mother, perish as a result of heat stroke. The mother lives on as a hollow shell of a woman she once was.

In the worlds largest democracy, we have such extremes.

One small pot of water, Three lives.
Holy mother of all good things this escalated quickly,
I think its time for a cold shower!

The Waterman
(How ironic)