I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern
To bicker down a valley.
Words from a much-loved poem that we learnt by heart at school come to mind when I come across a river like this one. The Digaru in winter, calm and placid in the plains of Assam but from its source in the neighbouring state of Meghalaya, it must have hurtled down the gorges and "slipped between the ridges". Here it passes across villages and small cultivated plots of banana, mustard, various types of vegetables, and of course, our staple food...rice!
My thanks to James at http://newtowndailyphoto.blogspot.com for opening my eyes to a beauty I wouldn't have thought about had it not been for his wonderful meme Weekend Reflections.