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An Analytical Study of Three Childs' Irrigation Project

I went to a flash back this morning. Went back to a time when I was about six years or so. I felt sad for a stupid reason. I saw a pump-set, say a electric motor,  being used to drain underground water for irrigation. This reminded me 'Aayo' (did it come) and 'Aayena' (haven't come yet) game. The game of stupidity, the game of child's curiosity or say the game of nothing; I have no perfect explanation. Time was different then it is today. There was no problem for irrigation. Water used to run in the stream twice a year. Though it was a long journey for river water to make, but in absence of human exploitation to nature the journey was quite possible : journey through fields and overflowing through traces. Few kilometers of flow would even crossing an East-West highway and enter our village. This was a major and only irrigation back then. I am sure it's about a decade and one more to become soon. 500 meters of road had enough excitement to bring energy in f