As I stand below the shower of my hotel with water soaking my skin I am reminded of the smile with which one of the retailers in one of the districts in my area told me about how he is buying water to have bath. And then flashes of women and young men clambering around a tap in some other district for water come across my eyes. And then, the smile of the driver of my car from another district of the same area describing how the government has banned boring in his village. The water refreshes me but somehow does not clean.
