One fine morning, Jitu the dumb lad of Ratanpur village find Lila the mohurer unloading pipes from the departmental tractor in front of the local public library. News spread fast before piped water finds its way to the kettles, kitchens, buckets and households of Ratanpur. The local legislative assembly member (MLA) comes over for the formal inauguration ceremony. He completes the formalities, informing the villagers that the flow of water will be ensured once the elections are over. Convinced villagers have lined up with buckets and big pots to collect pure water on the D-Day. After the day-long wait when not a single drop of water has poured in from the water tap, the villagers once again find themselves blessed with rain water.