“My River runs to thee—
Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me?
My River wait reply—
Oh Sea—look graciously—
I’ll fetch thee Brooks
From spotted nooks—
Say—Sea—Take Me!”

Emily Dickinson

One has to come to terms with signs aging as years go by but certain health scares remind you of how unpredictable and transient life can be. Though I have been on the healing curve and mostly confined, yesterday I decided to visit the distant Rupnarayan river which I usually pass by while traveling by road or train.

Connecting with nature and history is one of my way of coming to terms with realities. For long time I was fascinated by mountains, then it was sea and now I yearn to sit by the river and watch the dynamics that play out between the light, water, sun, boat, fishes and boatmen.

The river definitely didn’t disappoint. We chose a historical heritage spot – home of Bengal’s renowned novelist Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay which is on the banks of Rupnarayan river at Deulti. It is always surreal to visit personal space of well-known writers which have been renovated into local museums. As I watched sunset from the verandah of his home, I had countless thoughts about how many sunsets he must have seen or how the river, which was flowing much closer to his home then, must have influenced him and his writings. What was his writing schedule? Did he stand and stare blankly onto the vast open sky and river during his best and worse times?

Here are few clicks of our trip…mostly shot on mobile…