The Day Water Humbled Everyone
We were warned. Emails. Broadcasts. Flyers. “Store water.” Some people prepared. Some overprepared. Some ignored it. I ignored it. Until I got home from the salon, itchy from stubborn strands of hair, already planning a long, satisfying bath. I turned the tap. Nothing. No drip. No warning sound. Just silence. And in that silence, reality spoke loudly: We are dangerously comfortable with what we think is permanent. By noon, it was official—state of emergency. By evening, status had evaporated. Executives carried buckets. Bosses stood in queues. People who never lifted anything heavier than ego were now balancing jerrycans on their heads. Class disappeared. Water does not recognize titles. Scarcity does not respect hierarchy. Need humbles everyone. And then came the irony. The same villagers who once fetched water from us… were now the ones we went to. Power shifted. There was no VIP access. No protocol. No preferential treatment. First come. First serve. H...