A watery decision!!

Summer is around the corner! It reminds me of our last summer that was even worse. The sun was making tanduri out of Pune and did not spare we pandus also. We were struggling with the deliberate draught in Dadi castle. Finding drinking water was always a problem. If we ever drank boiled water made by Dadi, we had to listen her whining even after we peed it. The main reason was that she had to burn so much of LPG to boil it and that was not supposed for us devils. And if we go to Food Aunt’s place there you get filtered water and don’t think that filter machine is Aquaguard or something. Some local brand which uncle bought and brought after a long stand bargain. (Aunt bragged about it long back).   May be I was too idiotic to opt both the options. My ego, my necessity and my thirst led me to search for the so-called bisleri cans of 20 litres. And finally I got it from Gabbar Chotu for Rs. 65/-. All pandus were happy and made me Jhansi rani. And little I knew that I would soon become Joan of Arc. They put me on a stake and burnt me alive with the demands of cold water, small water container, attached tap, unbreakable glass, place to keep and a permanent slave who can carry the can from downstairs and wash the glass.  

I put forward the solutions; luckily all my idiot pandus agreed it. Nobody had any problem with payment. We decided to pay for the water on turn. “A pot” which is cheap and small with a tap that provides cold water was acceptable to all of them. I pointed to a tall stool as a place to keep. They agreed but Babes made a comment “ha ha Dadi will soon find some use of it if she comes to know that we are taking it” (That was true. Dadi came running and took that to downstairs).  A permanent slave ready to wash the pot and glass and carry the can from down to up without any complaints was ofcourse me! “Hurray!!” They all screamed.