Travelling through the bank of rivers often evokes a poetic charm. The meandering river, its serpentine movements are folded in stories – changing chapters as it breathes through the landscape of city, towns and kasbahs. Each story uncovers a unique riverine spirit.

This blog simply suspended in thinking about how rivers are implicated in sharing grief, horror and failure of humankind in the wake of Covid. It reflects on how lives lay bare dead and, once cremated, becomes sediments flowing along the banks of the river.

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Blog by Rahul Ranjan