“Down by the river, a tree floats. It’s gigantic, hundreds of years old.
Nobody wishes to remove it.
It’s a sacred tree, from an old Hindu temple, now fallen.
Into the river.
Once upon a time there was a village. Then the river took it.
These banks are made of clay and sands.
The monsoon arrives and the river runs fastest. The lands get washed away and disappear.”
_Of River And Lost Lands.