Rivers are the vein of civilizations, now or then. Or more like the mother and children. Feeding her children, later abandoned. Sometimes remembered. Life like human! Miseries and Happiness. She would yell and roar in mansoon.. Turning shy like a bride in spring.. Hard life in summer.. Everything...
Certainly amicable, even though a little scary at times. Yes, that is also a part of history : Just like how she gave birth to civilizations, she wiped them off as well.
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