The soap makes her vision blurry as she flows down a hollow
rusty pipe collecting particles contradicting her purity and
making her heavy. She feels the texture of millions like her,
gushing through the coarse metal and out into a deep dark pit. A
hoard of small stones and fine particles of sand meet her
course. Her pace slowed, her flow determined, she makes her way
through the crevices and drops into a free fall. She smiles. For
now, she can see, her vision is no more blurry, the heaviness
gone, she's pure again. Soon enough, she feels a vacuum pulling
her up through a cold steel pipe and she gushes out into a
glass. The touch of fresh air feels good. Moments later she sees
the face of a little boy smiling as he raises the glass to his
lips, and she gladly surrenders to his need, and trickles down
his throat, accompanied by a fulfilling sigh. Quenching the
boy's thirst, she is indeed, life! Water is life. In India,
which is surrounded by water on the three sides, millions do not
have access to clean water.