“Calamity that rung no bell”

Its almost four years after. On this day i woke up rather earlier than usual but unconditionally, the blazing sun was already high above my head. I could feel its rays penetrating my already heat infested skin. My first stroll was towards the big river Maskhandia towards the lower edge of our farm. It had now for a long time been the chief source of community water. Oops! the sight of the low lying stream left me scared out of my wits. A section of the wealthy river was totally dry and splashes of oasis-like pools were visible along it.

Back to the farm, the gaping dry soils were not refreshing enough to my eye sight1 Being an agricultural society, farmers had long done with all the stages of land preparation but no rain was forthcoming! “What can be wrong?” this question needing an answer…

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