A few weeks ago, It was an unusually hot afternoon in Mumbai when I decided to call my friend, Rajesh, in my native village in Bihar. The city was sweltering, but nothing could have prepared me for the conversation that was about to unfold. I dialled Rajesh's number, expecting our usual chat filled with laughter and village anecdotes. Instead, I was greeted with an irritated voice. "What do you want?" Rajesh snapped. Taken aback, I asked, "What's wrong, Rajesh? Why are you so upset?" "It's this heat," he replied, his voice strained. "The sun is relentless. And on top of that, the hand pump is dry, the wells have no water, and the ponds are just patches of cracked earth. There's no relief anywhere." I tried to console him, but it was clear that the situation was dire. After our brief conversation, I decided to call another friend, Sunil, hoping for a more uplifting chat. However, Sunil was equally agitated. "This heat is unbearable, and there's no water! Everyo...