This trans-boundary, mighty river originating from the glaciers of Tibet meanders through eastern part of India and forms delta in Bangladesh. The Brahmaputra has acquired different names in different regions, Tsangpo, Padma and Meghna. It sustains life in North East India, also unleashes catastrophes in the form of massive floods. I feel lucky to have lived in the Brahmaputra valley for three beautiful years while pursuing my PhD from IIT Guwahati. I have roamed on the banks, sailed on the swelling river and landed on a scenic island. Lots of cherishable memories of this River are safely treasured in my heart.
Aerial view of the magnificent Brahmaputra River and its network of tributaries Kameng, Dibang, Lohit, Dhansiri, Sbanshiri, Manas and Kapili. Aboard the plane, i was thrilled to witness the seer enormity of the Brahmaputra.
A panoramic view of sun setting behind the mountains, with its faint crimson rays reflecting on the Brahmaputra. The scattered cumulus clouds and the silhouette of trees, just accentuating the magnificent view. This picture was taken from a Guwahati city-bound bus, on a winter evening. It has been years, i have left Guwahati, but the incredible sunscape is etched in my memory.
Muddy, swirling water in monsoon....
Splendid sunset............
Sparkling, mirror-smooth river..........
Swollen Brahmaputra after the rains. The peeping rays of sun, blanketed under the layers of stratocumulus clouds, lends a magical aura to the grey sky and the rippling water. I am glad to capture the panoramic crepuscular rays.
A window view of azure sky peppered with abundant white, puffy cumulus clouds on a sunny day. The floating clouds seemed sailing past the window as the liner pierced through them. The shadows of these cottony mass were well visible over the sprawling Brahmaputra valleys, creating a spectacular sight.
Monsoon makes the mighty Brahmaputra River into a monster. The lifeline of North East India turns hostile and ravages the valley by unleashing floods. On such a cloudy day in rainy season, we had a steamer trip to the scenic Peacock Island in the river. The swelling river was muddy due to the landslides and mountain runoff upstream. The swirling water was creating many vortices. It was a scary but hugely thrilling experience.
Enjoying a calm, serene evening on the bank of Brahmaputra River near the 18th century Aswaklanta Temple. It was Vijaya dashami (Durga Puja) day and colorful fireworks were going off on the opposite bank to celebrate the idol immersion ceremony. The mighty river was less vicious yet full, floods had subsided and clumps of water hyacinths were floating downstream. The old, dilapidated boats of the local fishermen were docked along the rocky bank. The monsoon had draped the surroundings with lush greenery, especially the dense thickets of ferns. It was a memorable evening in this peaceful retreat, nestled in the lap of nature.
Umananda is an island in Brahmaputra river...
I had got couple of opportunity to visit this island....
Taking a ferry ride across the mighty river and landing on the island, worshiping in the Shiva temple and roaming around the verdant landmass was wonderful....
The sunset was amazing...framed by the silhouette of bare deciduous trees and a date palm..
Ferry waiting for its last trip of the day...
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