Rivers and us, it’s simple. We didn’t need to spend too much time on what we would name this blog. We want to use this platform to talk about rivers and what they mean to us, inviting as many people as possible to share their experiences and stories. City life doesn’t offer one many chances to witness a river in all its rapturous glory. Most rivers in the city are tamed and packaged to cater to groups of loud, boisterous, picnicking families and tourists. At least the fortunate ones are, the rest are merely carriers of sewage.
As much as we’d like to disassociate ourselves from such embarrassing childhood memories (like almost drowning and being rescued only to find your swimming trunks weren’t as fortunate) most of us have at least one childhood memory revolving around some water body: a river, a lake or a pond. So, what is your happy memory? We’d love to hear it. Drop us a comment.
As much as we’d like to disassociate ourselves from such embarrassing childhood memories (like almost drowning and being rescued only to find your swimming trunks weren’t as fortunate) most of us have at least one childhood memory revolving around some water body: a river, a lake or a pond. So, what is your happy memory? We’d love to hear it. Drop us a comment.