I slept peacefully till 9 am today. After an emergency call which ended up in me staying in the office way past midnight yesterday, I was happy to sleep without any interruption. Today, I wanted to chill out at home. Everything was working for me till 10 am in the morning! That is when the most precious resource ran out.
The water stopped and the taps ran dry! For the past few days, this has been a regular phenomenon. So, my wife strode nonchalantly to the balcony and called for the guard to start the motor. She was in for the first surprise of the day! The motor has failed.
We have water stored in a huge tank dug under the garage. From there, the water is pumped into another tank on the balcony. From this tank up above all of us, we get our daily doze of the precious resource. Today morning, the motor died. There was smoke around the motor indicating probable self-immolation.
There is no dearth of good Samaritans when you live in a good community. So, I waited for the Samaritans to kick into action. After an hour of wait, my dry taps still refused to give me water. So, I went looking for the Samaritans. I found all of them huddled in the garage.
The Samaritans also were helpless. The machine has breathed it’s last. There are only two options – repair the motor or get a new motor. Being Sunday, there are no shops open. So, repairing will take 2 days and a new motor can be bought only on Monday. The hunt for a temporary replacement did not yield any results. I was happy and sad at the same time. It is not lack of trying but fate conspiring against us.
So, now we have to carry our buckets to the storage tank in the garage. Tie a rope on one of the buckets. Lower it down into the tank. Fill the bucket with water. Raise it up. Empty the water into the other buckets. Carry them upstairs. This task is made easier as the elevators are very close to the tank.
As we are a civilized bunch, there isn’t any rush in front of the tank!Tags: Musings,At the Well,Precious Resource,Wife