“This is our new home for the summer,”
said Madhav dropping his meager belonging on the ground under the bridge,
“few people from our village are also here; place has some privacy and it will be cool during summer days.”
Consecutive years of drought, have forced farmers like Madhav migrate to towns in search of jobs.
“Baapu, there is no water to drink or take bath!”
“Collect from handpump nearby, like others; it is only a matter of few months.”
“A farmer has become a refugee in his own country,” thought Usha as she tried to hold back tears.
Word Count: 99
Photo Prompt : Rochelle Wisoff-Fields