World Water Day 2026

World Water Day 2026

 

In early January 2026, a severe water contamination crisis hit the Bhagithrathpura area in Indore, resulting in at least 15 deaths and approximately 270 hospitalizations due to vomiting and diarrhoea.

A damaged pipeline causing sewage to mix with drinking water is said to have caused the tragedy. Incidentally, Indore is said to be one of the cleanest cities in India. This tragic incident only underscores how essential clean, fresh water is to us.

Since 1993, the UN has been observing March 22^nd as World Water Day, focusing on the need for and importance of fresh and clean water for every human on planet Earth.

Every year, the UN sets a theme for the day. This year, it is Water and Gender:

“Where water flows, equality grows.”

A global water crisis affects the entire global population, but women and girls bear the brunt of it, especially in India, where they must walk long distances to collect water and then manage the use of water at home, resulting in a loss of time, energy and opportunities. Besides, they are rarely included in decision-making by the water governing bodies.

As we battle climate change, polluted water bodies, financial crunches, and governing restrictions, we need inclusivity to solve the issues.

I’ve been blessed to have running water in my taps, not having to trudge long distances to get water or wake up at unearthly hours to fill drums and vessels.

I may tend to take the water that is so easily accessible to me for granted. Water is a precious gift, and we are called to appreciate and protect it.

Small actions like not leaving a tap open or letting the tap run while brushing your teeth, fixing leaks, practising rainwater harvesting, and teaching the next generation to value and care for water.

In India, organisations such as water.org have stepped forward to ease the situation by helping women secure small loans to fund their water needs. 

As we mark World Water Day 2026, let us remember to care for this precious resource responsibly and use our time and efforts to enable the equitable distribution of water

Zip: Holding It Altogether

Hello there!

I’m your humble zip, holding things together as you get on with your day.

I’m but two rows of perfectly lined-up metal or plastic teeth waiting to meet. I’ve been tested quite a few times before I’m fitted with your clothes, bags, pouches, and other belongings.

I’ve travelled the world stitched to your essentials. A jacket zipped against the cold, a dress fastened by someone for someone, and a suitcase packed and zipped (secured) before a journey. I hear you curse when I get stuck or rejoice when I slide smoothly on trousers, a bag, or a dress.

I’ve been tugged in haste or yanked in frustration, or you’ve almost died of embarrassment when you realise that I’ve been left undone.

After considerable use, I may get worn out. My teeth are misaligned, or my track comes loose. Then you choose to discard and replace me or repair me. Such is life.

So the next time you tug my little head, remember, I’m holding on for you, one tooth at a time, giving you comfort and confidence and preventing your world from being split wide open.

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Youth: A bright, beautiful and learning season.

 Youth

 

It’s me, 'youth,' visiting you. I see that you’re not doing too badly even after I’ve left. Good for you.

My earliest memories are of living with the cherub that you were. I was your first cry, your first steps, your babble, and scraped knees. I lived in your curiosity and your chatter.

Then I grow into an adolescent. I’m rebellious and difficult to control. Emotions rage within me—pride, anger, delight, and embarrassment. I’m always searching for an identity of my own. It’s me, youth at my difficult best during the adolescent years.

I’m also fast, bright, and energetic. It's when I live in you that you may make mistakes and be given some life lessons. On the whole, I’m meant to be lived and enjoyed.

All too soon, I slip through your fingers. One day I’m there, and the next I’m gone. I’m just cherished memories, nostalgia, or stories you tell.

You may desperately try to cling to me, but I say, “Age gracefully." There’s a beauty and charm to ageing, too. Don’t use too many of the potions, creams, and dyes.

Remember, I don’t disappear from your lives completely. You can keep my spirit alive. Laugh loudly, be silly, dream wildly, and do stuff to stay alive in all ways that matter. 

I'm yours to revisit when life feels too overwhelming.

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X-ray: Revealing the Unseen Truth

 

 

Hello!

We’ve met on a few occasions. Hope you are well.

I’m your X-ray machine, stationed in hospitals and diagnostic centers. I’m a silent observer, seeing and revealing to human eyes what human eyes are unable to see and reveal.

I’m a web of wires, connections, plates, and invisible light. I may appear cold, clinical, and metallic to you, but I bring clarity and healing.

Every day, I watch people walk in. Some are in pain, others anxious yet hopeful, some utterly nervous, and a few are trying to be brave. If I could, I would tell them that knowing is always better than not knowing. I’m just a machine. I cannot speak.

As they stand before me, I do what I was made to do. I capture the irregularities; sometimes there are none. I capture that, too, and reveal it all to the doctors. I ask you to be still to get an accurate picture.

Bones, lungs, joints.I see them all.  Nothing misses me. I don’t judge or comment. I simply state the facts.

I’ve been helping people ever since I was stationed in hospitals and diagnostic centres. I bring relief, "Nothing to worry about," or I reveal the issue, and then the treatment commences.

So the next time that you stand before me, don’t be frightened. I may be just a tool, but I stand by you in times of distress and discomfort, helping you heal.  

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Water: Quenching your thirst and more.

 

 

 

It’s summer, so you must be getting thirsty quite often. I’m here to hydrate you and have a little tête-à-tête with you.

I’m water. I have existed for a very long time and have no beginning. I’m not sure about my end, either.

I’m the silvery odourless liquid that flows through your taps and with which you cannot do without. You require me to cook, wash, clean, bathe, and quench your thirst. I’m food for your plants and crops. I’m also your tears and sweat.  

I have no shape and carry the shape of whatever holds me—the clouds, lakes, rivers, pots, and pans.

As for sounds, I burble as a stream. You can hear me trickle from a tap, babble in a brook, bubble in a pot, roar as the ocean, and rumble as a waterfall.

I can be gentle and calming or angry and destructive. I’m a giver and taker, creator and destroyer. I change from liquid to vapour to ice, a cycle that connects the sky, earth, and sea.

You panic when you don’t see me flow from your taps; I see women trudging miles to fetch and store me or waking at unearthly hours to fill me in buckets and drums.

It’s also so unfortunate that some of you humans don’t care a tuppence about me. You pollute lakes and rivers and other water bodies, thereby harming the life they sustain. You waste water and take me for granted. Yet you celebrate when I drum on the ground as rain.

Do conserve me and value me not only when I’m scarce but also when I’m in abundance.

I’m so touched that March 22^nd is observed as World Water Day. I feel respected. Shapeless and odorless, I may seem ordinary, but no life can survive without me.

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Values: Living the Right Way

 

 

Life happens. As we navigate the storms and sunshine, we are often faced with choices between right and wrong. What principles and values do we choose to live our lives by?

Here, values talk a little about themselves. 

Hello!

It’s us, your values, calling on you!

A child is born, and she is raised. As she grows, we enter her life through the gentle yet firm voices she hears, the hands she holds, and the stories she is told. Stories about courage, honesty, resilience, and integrity. She is encouraged to live by us and to practise us.

But we are not truly real until life tests us. To tell that comfortable lie or be plain honest, to cheat on the test and pass, or to simply bear the consequences of not studying enough. It is in these moments that we come alive…because in the end, it is not what you believe but what you practice that matters.   

The little girl changes as she grows. Does she discard us or keep us close? Her actions and words will tell.

Sometimes we fade when convenience is easier, and we shine when you take the straight and narrow path. Every choice you make strengthens or weakens us.

Even when you choose not to abide by us, we linger in the background, hoping for your return.

So take a moment to introspect. Are we simply words that you preach to others or are we alive in your actions? 

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Umbrella: Under my canopy

 

Hello!

It’s me, your umbrella, popping in for a chat. We never see each other until the monsoon arrives or you can't bear the sun in May. 

I was born in a factory, stitched together with fabric, and stretched over eight slender ribs of steel. I was created to protect you against the blazing sun and the rain. I'm your constant companion in the monsoon. 

I have siblings in varying sizes and colours, and we are all foldable. We are also known as a parasol, or fondly as 'brolly.'

You station me behind a door, hang me on a peg or tuck me away in your bag, and I wait to be of service to you.

When you unfurl me, I open up into a canopy of safety, protecting you from drizzles, downpours, or the blazing sun.

I dislike the wind because that naughty chap plays games with me. He turns me inside out, and I feel sorry to see you struggling to make me right. I feel humiliated, and there is nothing more pathetic than an umbrella turned inside out.

I feel so touched when strangers huddle beneath me. I carry stories of love and romance and walks in the rain. Oh yes! I'm important to you.

You humans are a forgetful lot. You are forever leaving me behind- in trains, buses, taxis, schools, restaurants and just wherever you go. I resent that. Sometimes you’re unlucky. You borrow me from each other, promising to return me, but then, as I said, you’re “a forgetful lot.”

Did you know that Ruskin Bond has written a story about me? The Blue Umbrella. How wonderful is that!

 

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