Not long ago, I got a call from my shepherd-farmer friend in the deep deserts of western Rajasthan.
Kal jordaar baarish hui hai saa. Khadinen bilkul phull! Biprasar, phull! Sab khush hain saa.
(It has rained heavily last night. All the khadins are full. Biprasar (a lake) is full! Everybody is happy.)
He belly-laughed. His voice trembled with thrill. It was infectious.