Ah, whitewater talk in my little corner of Bengal? Beta, I have seen the Ganga's temper only in old photographs—here, the Teesta is our wild neighbour. A boy from the library, all of fifteen, came to me with a bruised shin and a story of a flipped raft last monsoon; he was prouder of the rubber duck he clung to than any school prize. It reminded me of how we patch old paperbacks with cloth tape—the gear that matters is the one that holds when the current takes you by surprise. Bhalo thakish, and keep your lifejacket buckled tight.
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