Then, I might be 13 or 15 ____ as far as my memory serves me now ____ a time when a slice of the river Bhagirathi coursed under the makeshift bridge made of bamboos and logs rigged up with ropes, merging into the river Ganga that connected the frontier of India and Bangladesh.

I, along with my maternal uncle, would cycle all the way to Mithipur from Fataipur along the bamboo bridge that oscillated to and fro like a pendulum when pressed into service.

It was a hilarious experience to ride along the bridge.

Today, the scenario has undergone a radical metamorphosis.Over years, the river has changed its course. Now, it flows by another side, leaving the bamboo bridge into disuse.