WHEN the rains came pouring down on Rajasthan last year, Ista Ram of Bijrar village in Barmer district danced in his courtyard. At last the gods had smiled upon the desert. As village wells overflowed and gushing streams eddied along the sand dunes, the people celebrated the prospect of a plentiful harvest. There was only one minor nuisance in that season of plenty. The clumps of mosquitoes that floated on the surface of the water or buzzed around the villagers’ heads seemed to multiply with every passing day. Ista Ram travelled to neighbouring Ranigaon where his son Mangal lived. But a terrible shock awaited him.