Some women are fortunate enough to have a tap or a well near their homes. Water collected is carried home, then, in their yards, they stoop waist down to the ground and wash clothes in large plastic tubs and hang them on branches to dry.
Recently, I looked over a small bridge we were crossing and saw a woman washing her clothes in the rocky river and spreading them on large boulders along the shore to dry in the sun. I wondered how far she had to walk to do this chore. When her last piece of clothing has been pounded on a rock, she will pile the still-wet clothes into the tub, raise it to her head, and walk home. There, she will spread them on rocks, tree branches, and shrubs near her home and wait for sunshine.
There is a very cold mountain stream that runs through our neighborhood. This is where many neighborhood women do their laundry and bathe. The stream runs swiftly enough over the rocks to form small rapids, but in places it is shallow enough that children can play among the rocks as their mothers do laundry.
We often see women bathing their children here, and from time to time we see women taking the opportunity to have a bath as well. As we wound our way up the mountain road that crosses this stream a few days ago, I saw a woman stripped from the waist up, wet, and fully lathered. I thought of the risk that woman took in order to feel clean.
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