flic.kr/p/2s7t5wBThe Padma flows on, as she always has — vast but silent. Who touches her chest, she cares nothing for. Utterly indifferent.
Yet now a heavy spine of concrete curves across her. Pier after pier has sunk into the silt she herself has shifted, age after age.
Below, water hyacinth — green, stubborn — spreads across the shallows, pushing against the current.
The drowsy afternoon mist slowly erases the bridge’s hard lines. Perhaps the haze remembers what the river once was.
Above, buses, trucks, cars race on — bound for destinations far away.
The water raises its waves, with no longing to look back, no memory to carry — only that prehistoric, heavy pull toward the sea.
Jajira
March 27, 2026
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