Sun will be out in 2 hours, the temperature will be raise steeply after that. Rama squats at the side of the dirt road, patiently, praying.
The only water truck that comes to this part of the town every other day is due to come around 7 AM.
Around 5 AM the incessant mosquitoes seems to have taken a break or they are full with blood from our flailing bodies.
There is no telling what Senthil, a big kid, would do if you provoke him. But for all his brutish nature, he still allowed Rama to place his water container before his.
Senthil knows Ram's mom is sick. Now he is 112th in the water line.
Last time, Rama's sister was in the line she could only get half a can of water. Daddy was not happy about it, she got slapped hard, he blamed her.
Dad wouldn't listen when she said Kasi, the local thug, waltzed in at 7:30 with his cronies with 4 big container and kicked the guy in the front of the line and grabbed as much as he wanted.
By the time it was her turn, the water tank was empty. Who is going to stop him? no one so far, no one will ever!
Rama was praying hard, praying that God would take his mom quicker and not let her suffer, cuz he can't see himself getting any water today either!