This year, the water crisis in Dwarka stopped feeling like “news” and started feeling personaland till some extent NORMAL 

People in sectors across Dwarka have been waking up at 5 in the morning just to collect whatever little water arrives for barely a few minutes and same problem i have been facing . Some societies are spending lakhs on private tankers while others are rationing water for basic things like bathing or washing utensils.

And honestly, what scares me most is how normalised this has become.

We live in a city where overflowing plates at restaurants exist alongside families calculating how many buckets they can use in a day. We complain when the shower pressure is low while entire neighbourhoods are planning their lives around uncertain water supply.

The Dwarka water crisis made me realise that sustainability is not only about saving forests or posting about climate change online. Sometimes it is about respecting resources before scarcity forces us to.

I remember leaving taps running absentmindedly while brushing my teeth as a child because water felt infinite. Today, seeing residents queue for tankers under Delhi’s heat makes that carelessness feel disturbing in hindsight.

What is worse is that most environmental crises do not arrive dramatically. They arrive slowly, disguised as inconvenience, until one day inconvenience becomes crisis.

And maybe that is why sustainability matters so much to me now.