There was not a soul on the road when we held hands in the water and began walking.
One of the girls was shorter than us, so we asked her to walk along the road divider holding our hands.
People took out boats to negotiate water logged streets
The water was deep – I mean if you were 5ft tall, you would easily drown.
As we waddled into the eerie, rain-whipped night, we felt like we were floating.
As we walked on more and more people joined the trek, holding hands.
The water was black and greasy right up to our necks and swirled fast around our waists. —Anjali Krishnan — Wading all night through Mumbai (BBC)
Thanks for the suggestion, Rosemary. A great account of how the human spirit can rise to the occasion.