I remember playing as a child, with my cousins, in my uncle’s farm in a brooke with knee deep water. We spent a lot of time there. Sometimes little weeds would get stuck between the toes. And the farm labourers would wash themselves in the brooke and we would play with them splashing water. And the cows would come there. And it would irrigate the paddy field. Today the brooke has gone almost dry. The paddy is gone – its arecanut irrigated by a borewell. My nephew also loves playing with water. Its a little tub with water he sits and splashes around in, in the bathroom most of the time.