It was raining heavily and I was walking through Rastriya Naach Ghar, Jamal. The main chowk of Jamal was flooded with water. Passerby including me faced difficulties to pass through the road due to the water that was more than one feet deep. The garbage littered around made the situation even terrible. Incidents like this happen during summer every other day and at different spots. “How can I pass through this?” a girl near me questioned herself.

Unable to find the answer, she took her sandals on her hand and crossed the water. There was nobody at the place to make the drainage system work. And the busy schedule didn’t allow us to wait for few more minutes. A foreigner by my side also took out his shoes and crossed the water. They were not crossing any natural river, it was raining and waster was blocked by the garbage. He was also following the girl like a child. I was behind him and I had no options left than to walk through the water by soaking my shoes and shocks. Germs must have made a good way in through my shoes. Continue reading →