Fetch a pail of water

“My legs are aching. How far is the village?”

“We’re almost there.” Kunta looked at his nine-year-old sister. She carefully wiped off the sweat beads with one hand while clutching the metal handle of the plastic bucket with the other.

This is her first day on the job. Her elder brother, who’s been doing it for years, has been assigned with the task of introducing her to the new responsibility.

Soon, the siblings will walk miles to fetch water for the family of six every day.

Water is scarce in the area. Every house has a young member who goes and draws water from the village nearby.

“Look,” she squealed with delight on seeing the metal tap and made a run towards it. Reaching there, she quickly turned it on. Her gaze excitedly followed the clear stream of water gushing down the tiny concrete slab. She splashed some cool drops on her face, then jumped and clapped while looking at her brother, silently urging him to join in her little party.

But, her 14-year-old brother didn’t share her enthusiasm. He placed the bucket under the tap and passively stood there.

“I hope, she learns fast.” Kunta thought while walking back home.

Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner

Photo MorgueFile May 2018 1421077743edokn

6 thoughts on “Fetch a pail of water

  1. Every day can be an adventure or a drudgery, done with a smile or a frown, even getting a pail of water… it is all in the heart of the person… 🙂

    “A man is but the product of his thoughts, what he thinks he becomes.”  Mahatma Gandhi

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    1. Yes. I too believe in ‘making the lemonade’ theory. However, this story actually kind of sad because there are places in the world, including a few parts in my country where drinking water is scarce. People actually walk several miles to fetch water every day. The picture reminded me of those people.

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      1. I get it. I have friends and few distant family members living in the US. They tell us stories about homeless people and other kind of hardships people endure there. I guess no country (no matter how rich or developed) is immune to sufferings or hardships. It’ll be there in some form or the other. The intensity may vary (depending on the place)

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