I was reading an article online about the water wells in India drying up. They were talking about the desperate need for water and a woman, who is paid in wheat and .40cents a day for digging a pond intended to catch rain water said this:
There were times, she acknowledged, when it became difficult to feed the children. Now she finds herself digging ponds for a bag of wheat. And praying for rain. “Our life is not life,” Meera said. “Only when it rains, there’s life.”
Profound.
