Prahlad Singh and his friends look at each other, amused as they point to the handpump situated at the centre of their village. “This,” he says drawing an arc in the air, “used to be the grand battlefield.”

The stout middle-aged man, who works as a driver, cuts back to 2005. In those days there would be hundreds of women queuing up to fill their buckets. Invariably, there would be a few skirmishes over getting the buckets filled. But sometimes it got worse and led to even more serious incidents with the men taking sides and….

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