Now the river sprang back to life. Old-fashioned boats, newly retrofitted with modern solar panels began ferrying passengers and tourists alike. At distant, iconic Howrah Bridge was still displaying city’s grit, as if no calamity happened in immediate past. Soon, a gentle breeze began blowing.
Rajiv remembered Hazarika’s folksy tune “Oh mighty river, how could you keep on flowing, even witnessing our civilizations’ near-collapse?”