Somehow I never to cease to get awed by the massive steel frame of the Howrah Bridge every time I happen to pass through it. I also rue that the magnificence of the bridge, the majesty of the ever-flowing river beneath, and the beauty of the grand façade of the Howrah Station get paled by everything unruly that goes on every minute at the place.
Blessed are those who appreciate and upkeeps the beauty. Cursed are those who scupper that with all the deliberation at command. We the Kolkattans belong to the latter category.
Here’s a snap of the bridge as I passed through it recently, and thereafter a breezy video taken by my son.
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