June has come and gone. The calendar has turned another page, but the fields remain parched.

When did we stop fixing things? When did a loose wire become a death sentence? When did a cracked screen mean goodbye, not repair?

The sky has changed its colour. Blue has given way to a bruised purple. Smoke hangs like a curse over the Persian Gulf. War has paused, but its shadow has not. The guns may fall silent, but the air does not.

The sky's playing us for fools. Once predictable, today's weather is a treacherous trickster; ditching gentle rains for deluges, mild heat for killer heatwaves. It's time to face facts: nature's mood swings are no joke, and our old tricks won't cut it anymore.

One morning, the tap will open… and nothing will come out. No warning. No apology. Just a hollow cough of air. That day has a name. Day Zero. And, don’t be fooled; it isn’t a dystopian story anymore. It is quietly circling India.

The Supreme Court’s recent blunt reminder that rivers like the Yamuna are ‘national assets’ deserving protection should have shaken the political class awake. Instead, it merely restated what every citizen already sees: our rivers have been reduced to open sewers, their floodplains colonised, their beds choked with silt, and their waters poisoned by untreated waste. The court’s observations on the Yamuna could serve as a mirror for every major river in the country.