Growing up I never thought this would become a story one day. Here today, when I look back to the early 2000s, we did not have tap water system in Hunza. There were no pipes connections into our kitchens. Instead, every neighborhood had a Gulk (a communal well) which was brimming over with fresh water every day. These communal wells were not only the source of fresh and cold water but also a place where people, especially women used to gather and socialize. Women gathered every day, not only for fresh water but also to gossip, laugh, rest, and simply be together. As the sun climbed and the fields grew too hot to work in, they’d retreat to the Gulk’s cold and refreshing shade. Some would sit with their feet in the water, sleeves rolling up, chatting for hours. Others brought along little sewing kits and worked on cross-stitch embroidery carefully crafting traditional Hunza caps and art pieces meant as gifts for brides to take to their in-laws. And somehow, while all this was happe...