Out in a village in Trichy, Tamil Nadu, in a hot summer, I was thirsty and asked for a glass of water from a tea shop. He handed me a glass of water which looked like tea. I said I don't want a tea but a glass of water. He said that's water. I chose to drive back home thirsty not drinking that water. Before leaving the place, a prayer was offered, God, help me drill wells for the poor villagers to have access to potable water.