“And I behold once more
My old familiar haunts;
Here the blue river,
The same blue wonder that my infant eye
Admired,sage doubting whence the traveller came,
whence brought his sunny bubbles ere he washed
The fragnant flag-roots in my father’s fields,
And where thereafter in the world he went.
Look,here he is,unaltered,save that now
He halt broke his banks and flooded all the vales
With his redundant waves….”—-Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Sorrow of Assam has once again been in its outmost hold,the banks of the mighty Brahmaputra are cover under the veil of aqua.Yes,the monsoon is knocking our doors,bringing forth the age old flood of Assam.
It all started in the advent of the 1950’s when the only son of Angshi changed its course due to natural tremor of more than 8 Richter scale.
Cautious and benevolently,we will face face it again its rising tide. But lets pledge to help those in need in this unavertable disaster.