In India, as a child, I only remember summer.
I ran inside after playing. So thirsty.
Dad stood in the kitchen, next to a large pot that sat on the gas stove. A thin flame played underneath.
The water had not been boiled, so I would have to wait. Drinking unfiltered or unboiled water in India carried the danger of dysentery and typhoid.
“Dad, I’m thirsty.” …
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