Pirral Faqir, one of the elders, speaks for them all.
For the last few months, he told me, they were marooned, sleeping in the open air without bedding or blankets.
The village tube wells, their source of clean water, were out of action.
All they had to drink was contaminated floodwater. They were constantly hungry. All the livestock gradually died.
As the months passed, many of the villagers became ill with vomiting and fever which they suspect was malaria.
One man had a stroke. Another man, pulled from the floodwater, suffered brain damage.
Three children became so ill that they eventually died. Pirral Faqir solemnly indicated his two younger brothers who each lost a son.
Welcome to a past that we thought, in truth, was long behind us.
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