“Time is so strange and life is twice as strange”Ray Bradbury
The beautiful pottery road passes the left side of my current house in Bengaluru. The road is visible to me from my balcony all the time. It’s been more than a month, I noticed one strange thing on pottery road just in front of our house. All slabs were recently repaired and cemented by the people but this one slab was kept open just behind this huge tree with full of a green canopy, almost every time, I go near this tree, I click a picture of it because it’s beautiful. Every day I notice, a few people coming and just getting down through that open slab and fill water in different sizes of the pot. And these people live in a nearby slum area.
Whenever I saw it, It compelled me to think about the people who don’t have everyday water for daily use and fill it from this somehow unusual drain water lane. This whole thing brought two kinds of emotions into my mind: the first one is that I was feeling sad that even till today people in our country don’t have access to water and they have to fulfill their basic necessities through unusual ways and the second feeling was about the Indianness way of dealing things, how did someone get to know that there is water source just below that one slab, how did those people decide not to cement that particular slab, how everyone in the slum area got to know about this water source and they started coming and filling water from there? And how come no one from the road administration department did care to know why one slab of this drain water lane is still open?
Whatever is the reason, this open slab of drain water lane is acting as a ray of hope for people leaving in nearby area and also pottery road finally living up to its name.