Gangotri. Enroute Kedarnath.
Come to think of it, Ganga is the dear dear river that flows by my home town. Steamers float on the River bed. Some of them are of hospitality groups, some of them are on duty by army. Some belong to the weaning out Kolkata port trade scene.
Piles of alluvial soil have piled up on the course of this river. They slow down the enormous river. On top of it looks large Howrah bridge, vibrating with each vehicle passing by, and vibrating a bit more. .
But then, Ganga is our river. There is a dried down street named Adi Ganga by Kalighat temple on the banks of which Kalighat courtesans live, on the bed of her dead strays get dumped.
And the government from old age has been trying to 'beautify' the river, also known as Hoogli, marked down with a blue ink in geography books, right at Farakka from which Ganga becomes Padma and Bhagirathi.
With time, we learnt to take wide angle shots of hoogly right behind the second bridge ( no kolkata photographer has not NOT done it, no kolkata soul has not NOT made it a Facebook cover pic).
I started to write about Ganga and ended up with a usual Kolkata rant. So long, my hometown. So long, my beautiful river!
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