Since Sunday evening, there has been no water at home and life has understandably come to a standstill. Our entire household has been turned upside down. The fragile sense of normalcy which we maintain has given way to frayed nerves and hot tempers. Everyone is on the edge; waiting in anxiety. Our predicament is best captured in the words of Coleridge in The Rime of the Ancient Mariner-

Water, water, everywhere,

And all the boards did shrink;

Water, water, everywhere,

Nor any drop to drink.