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 Woke up to no water in the taps. No news of when we would get water. Called up the building proprietor and he said that there is a water tanker strike in all of Bombay. Psychologically, I got a little unhinged but was really calm, given the circumstances. That is an interesting thing I want to write about someday. I had worked on a lovely and luscious project in Delhi - I was covering the water conservation seminar sponsored by an international organization. Intellectuals from all of South Asia presented their papers. I was particularly impressed with someone from Dhaka University. 

One lady from Delhi University presented the paper last - it was informal and a conversation. There were no slides, no formal standing at the podium, etc. Until then, there were some heavy-duty and scary statistics on water impurities, water shortage, the crippling and mass extinction of humanity (it is not even a prospect anymore - it is happening.) There was talk on policy, governance, eco-credit, collective conscience, etc. But this lady asked us to imagine - close our imagine - flowing water. Then she asked us to imagine that there was no flowing water. There was water - but it was always contained - in bottles, glasses, reservoirs, large containers, ships - even. There was water. But it did not flow. 

And I felt it - the quiet suffocation. 

Today I worked feeling really tight. The fact about the water was plaguing my mind. I had saved some water in a drum and all that. There were some bottles, etc. But I opened the tap and there was nothing. No one knew when the water would come and my brain just stopped working. Still I breathed through it knowing that as a specie, this is what we had done to Nature and this is what she would do to us. I also realized that no matter what, it is easy to get immersed in some love - for life, for nature, for 'Being'.

Water came for a bit in the evening. And I went to the gym. Then went for a walk. Then went to Mount Mary. Then came home and had a shower and the water dried up again. Still...love.

Anyway, here are all the things I am grateful for today:

1. Papa is well. 

2. There was water enough for a bath after a hot workout. Really, really grateful for that. Even if it ran out, I could still manage a bath. That is luxury.

3. Cook came and made soya bean cutlets - my favorite.

4. Made myself some coffee. That was lovely.

5. Managed things calmly today.