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water water everywhere , but jus no water to drink

yes this is wht the present condition is of mumbai
there is water everywhere but not water which neone can drink
ppl still dont have lights in their houses
water jus isnt coming due to no power
where there is power water is full of dirt
jus cant imagine to drink
ppl r taking precautions for typhiod malaria etc
these vaccines r given for free
all has come to a stand still
there has been no coll no school since a week now
even a little rain n ppl get scared
ppl r scared to move out of the house
but still hats off to all those wonderfull ppl who have been helping needful ppl
giving food water n clothing
we jus thank to all those ppl
water can also cause so much destruction
ever thought of it??

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Ashutosh Roy said…
well swee2 i completely agree wid u really thr is watr evrywhr but not at all edible
dun wry evrythin is gona b fine v can jus pray n help da needy thts all
Thank you for writting this

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