Some 1200 km away from the eastern coast of mainland, the place that has its roots to the "Purvanchal". It was morning 0700hrs the water in the middle strait bay looks mysterious, creeky calmness prevails and wilderness enhanced it.

The water suddenly got disturbed as a small machine gushed into disturbing them and maybe the marine life underneath. This machines being propelled by with three homosapiens within and with long lenses in the hand enjoying the creeks storing them in their high Gb chips.

"Babu Agaya Baratang"!! Shaku shouted, the boat reduced and they reached a part of the archipelago, known for one of the most famous aborigins of India, the "Jarwas". The dense mangrove, the depths seems as if yes the crocodiles are all ready to get their supper, the boat went inside deviated from the path leading to the bay of Bengal inside a more dense creeky channel, as if it was a tunnel resulted of the mesh of mangroves, on entering more and more and the backwaters getting narrower, halting and tieing the ropes of our "Seaking"(Boat Name)to a temporary platform, we boarded out and rested on to a small wood jetty, though...