My Land, my water, or is it?
Our true mettle, our true nature is revealed in the times of dire straights, some would argue that the theory of evolution is very depictive when this happens and as time becomes tough, it is only natural to show our true animal nature and the age old deception or excuse of survival of the fittest is reaffirmed by the ruling. But there are some true humanity based exceptions that still laugh at these forgery of humanity. Please read on the below article from a human being about another true human!!
" He is a strawberry farmer in his late 70s. The dug well on his three acres in old Mahabaleshwar is stone dry. His wife and he struggle to keep the farm going. They manage to, as there is still some water in their borewell. But even that little he shares, free of charge, with the temple bordering their land. The severe drought hurts his yield but not his generosity. His name is Yunus Ismail Nalaband – and he gives that water to the Krishnamai temple, the oldest symbol of the source of the Krishna river in Satara district, quite cheerfully.
“Is it really my water?” he asks. “It all belongs to the uparwala [the almighty], does it not?” His wife, Roshan Nalaband, also in her 70s, nods approvingly. They’re both packing their strawberries in little boxes. “The traders will come by to pick them up,” says Roshan. “The prices are higher this year because of scarcity, but that is offset by a poorer yield and lesser quality of crop.” They speak, without pausing at work, of the way the water crisis is hurting them. Only Roshan breaks off for a minute to give us some water and offer us further refreshments. READ MORE