Every visit to the Sacred River greets them with the stink of leftover food, used plastic cups/ bottles and stale flowers, thrown in the river by the residents after rituals, and picnickers, without any concern,
How they long for fresh air, clean sparkling water.
Every time they blame the government and people for failing to keep the environment clean.
Every time they vow to do something about it.
Every time they pat each other’s back for their awareness and concern.
Every time they treat themselves to a sumptuous lunch and postpone plan of action for next meeting.