On Christmas Eve we braved the cold and the fog and went on a picnic. It was on one of the zillion sandy stretches left by the river Brahmaputra as it recedes in winter.
Grey was the colour of the day. The skies, the sand, and the river wore a uniform grey that seemed to stretch to infinity.
But on the sand that the river leaves temporarily, at least till the rains turn it into turbulence, tiny plants and even tinier blooms struggle and survive.
Butterfly wings, feathers, and hundreds of webbed footprints cast their own patterns on the sand. In the distance we could hear the birds (there were plenty of ducks in the water) but my camera only captured shadowy images.
The sun did try to break through the clouds as we were returning. But this was the best it could do, forming a shimmer of gold on the grey waters.
A last shot of the kids before we got into our respective cars. It was a day well spent. Bonding somehow seems to work best in the Christmas season.
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