The coarse stone-steps chafing my palms,
I heard the the river’s incessant dirge,
as it lost itself, slowly, to the sea.
It’s vanity tasting salt the first time. 23 more words
For all interested in rivers, legends, water and food security & South Asia- my paper for the Observer Research Foundation on the Teesta river dispute. I travelled down the river from Sikkim to the Bangladesh border at the end 2011 after the agreement between India and Bangladesh on water sharing fell by the wayside of politics. 114 more words