“We never know when we would start drawing blood if unable to draw water...”

It did rain those days.
There was some heaviness in the air.
The wind was loaded with overflowing moistness.
As far as the eyes could travel, they could see the impact of rains.
The rain-water tumbled through the slopes and the streams gushed through the foot-hills with a delicate and eloquent elegance.
Wherever we stepped, the soggy soil bled some more water – literally!
The only thing that was not soaked was the sweltering sun.
As skin dissolved with a sticky and a juicy perspiration, our thirsty mouths went dry.
It was nearly the day end and our water resources had betrayed us.
But the one thing that did give us some company was our empty bottles.
So we had some hope.
There was so much of water around us but nothing was drinkable.
Our expectations now rested on the shanties that we could see from a distance.
Rushing through we knew that the village will have something to cheer us up.
And then we came across this.

Water did not come out of this tap.
And then something trickled!
A Drop!
Just a Drop...


We looked at each other and our speechless expressions said it all.

I was looking for a apt title to describe it and came up with the one at the top.
Guess it sums up what I think & fear.

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