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Water is the elixir of life – it is the reason life is, it is the reason life will be or will not be. This having said, think – do we give it the importance it deserves?

 


 

Do we actually take care to preserve water or its sources?  What might have caused the death of the river, which once used to flow full and enriched the civilization around us? Aren’t we too responsible for the plight of the river?
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  1. AnonymousMay 30, 2013 at 4:15 AM

    It is sad to see a river all dried up by the sun, especially where wildlife live. I saw quite a few dried rivers while in the US some years ago, the trees looked sad.
    Yes water is important.
    Yvonne.

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    1. Bhavya NMay 31, 2013 at 2:50 PM

      I know :(
      There was so much more I wanted to share with this pic, but was so sad about the state of the river that I thought words could never do justice to it.

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  2. Mommy K's kornerMay 30, 2013 at 12:12 PM

    We should really care for our environment before its too late.

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  3. UnknownMay 30, 2013 at 2:20 PM

    The dry river sight is depressing.Water is the elixir for life. We must take care of our rivers.

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