A dying river ...... Varuna

For the last four-five days, one thing has shaken my mind. We have to go to the court almost every day, when we saw this scene on the first day, it was cool but did not stop, it moved forward. Saw the same the next day, the next day also... Varanasi cannot be completed without Varuna but now it seems that Varanashi will have to get used to living with this incompleteness. This river is dying... I had heard this many times but in these four to five days I felt it with great intensity.

The scene I saw five days ago was something like this... Saw some greenery on the dirty-looking water passing the bridge. When the speed of the bike was reduced, I saw that the sheet of water was spread far above the water. The view is not very strange, sometimes garbage is taken on the same flow and sometimes the white sheet of chemicals from a factory is seen spreading far away... Sleep didn't stop I moved on. The same order went on for two days but on the third day, something came to mind and stopped. Noticed that the border of the waterfall was still there where it was seen on the first day. Yep, it seemed more steady with a three-day stay.

Seeing the sheet of a waterfall on the first day, it felt that it would have come out of the surrounding drains and edges to the mainstream due to the increase of water... I will pass with the flow. But the third-day view said something else. Today again when I saw the scene of someone, it felt like the flow of water had almost ended. Today felt the rot of water stopped around the bridge. The sheet of water is spoiling the water, if there is no flow, there is no way to move forward. Many questions in mind again... What will happen to aquatic life... If Varuna ends, how much effect will it be... Those who live on the shores and roar the river in the flood will go a few feet ahead and snatch the place...

After a short journey of about 100 km from Bhadohi, this river meets Ganga in Saraymohana. Now it may look like drainage but it will not be wrong to say that many generations of 'civilization' that reside within a 100 km radius will be favored by it. Favor is that when there was no space for them to live, the river gathered its banks... Yes, once a year in hope of justice like an unlucky person she insists and says this place belongs to me. Just for the rest of the year, the limits of shimti-shrinking.

But such a thought with this unlucky person...... The plot of Bangla literature is, the story of two women living together, proposals, plans, and preparations around the world for supervising one. The new government has also made a separate ministry and ministers, tourism-water transport, and the countries all over the country. After all, the mother is there for her sake of her which is not enough...... But you should have taken care of 'aunt' along with your mother. Short, not 2525 km but 100 km life-threatening, somewhere this aunt praises her mother with her conflict. But perhaps tourists do not come here from the country and abroad, so sons do not think it is necessary to do aarti for him, even look at him.

All the prominent officers of the district and Mandal pass over the river on this way to Varuna bridge. The far-away voice on social issues also gives. The common man of the city comes on this road once in five days if not daily. Has no one seen you yet...... The bungalows of all the officers are also on the edge of this Varuna, as no one listened to his moaning. Asi was a river, Varanasi had a part of it too. But the new generation knows it by the name of Nala. Is Varuna's fate going to be the same.........