Most mornings, the line begins to form at dawn: scores of silent women with babies on their backs, buckets balanced on their heads, and in each hand a bright-blue plastic good days, they will wait less than an hour before a water tanker goes across the dirt path that serves as a road in Kesum Purbahari, a slum on the southern edge of New bad days, when there is no electricity for the pumps, the tankers don’e at all.“That water kills people,” a young mother named Shoba said one recent Saturday morning, pointing to a row of pails filled with thick, caramel (焦糖)-colored liquid.“Whoever drinks it will die.” The water was from a pipe shared by thousands of people in the poor often use it to wash clothes and bathe their children, but nobody is desperate enough to drink it. There is no standard for how much water a person needs each day, but experts usually put the minimum at fifty government of India promises (but rarely provides) people drink two or three liters—less than it takes to wash a rest is typically used for cooking and consume between four hundred and six hundred liters of water each day, more than any other people on Europeans use less than half women of Kesum Purbahari each hoped to drag away a hundred liters that day—two or three buckets’ has a husba