The sky was finally clear after the long spell of fog throughout the December day. The sun was on its way down under another beautiful winter sky. As we started crossing the Naranarayan Setu- the third bridge over the Brahmaputra, the sun looked like a huge soft red ball that would hang suspended for a while just above the horizon. By the time we reached the other end of the bridge, I could still see part of the red ball, finally slipping out of the sky. I was remembering how, till a few years back, crossing the river by ferry plying ... (more)