As kids we used to cross this river in a canoe every day to go to school. Then the ferry service started, followed by the bridge which connected us to the nearest city. That was around forty years back. I captured this photographs today morning, and I feel miserable. This is the beginning of the rainy season, and still the river is a far cry from it’s glorious past. It is much much worse than last year. Our dear Periyaar (means big river in malayalam, the local language of Kerala) is dying, and none cares about it. I feel miserable in my heart. Have we reached a point of no return. #saveperiyaar
The ferry is struck in sand, due to low water level.
The receding periyar