The overwhelmingly loud gushing sound of the water was audible from a distance. As we approached the stream on foot, we could see the end block. Across the river, there were four villages untouched from the so called developmental discourse. The only way across was this aging and questionable hanging bridge.
The bamboo sticks were supported by several iron beams and at some junctions additional support was given diagonally from near by trees. On being asked where they got the beams, their response was,"We just found it drifting along in the stream one day, perhaps abandoned from somewhere up, then we decided to use it as we desperately needed a bridge". Ruins from upstream, a blessing downstream.
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