"The opening in the ceiling had created echoes....Making her way to Malathi, Uma saw that chunks of plaster had crashed most of the bowls they had filled with such care. The few remaining bowls were full of debris. Only the water in the tea and coffee boiling pans, which had lids, might still be clean. Malathi rescued a bowl and took it to the bathroom sink to wash and refill. Her voice was panicky. "No water coming from the tap."