we now know that apart from the narmada there is the jamuna, thanks to a beautiful book by tulika
books get over pretty fast, but the appetite for stories remain, even at the end of a tired day. so this book ended with me listing out the names of rivers, ganga, brahmaputra, tavi, krishna , kaveri... she repeated after me, savouring each name. a soothing chant. and she fell asleep.
the papers next morning had a photograph of some nala or the other. and her mother could not name that blighted trickle of filthy water leading to status of mother falling rapidly in the eyes of this child.
bolo na, yeh river ka naam kya hai? bolo na.....
i even tried to suggest it was not a river. but the suggestion was shot down.
i dared not suggest mithi just in case she insisted on going across and tasting it. what scrap of information can rear its head and bite your ass can not be predicted ever.
edited to add: link me to photos of rivers big and small that you have taken. a little story along with it would be a kind gesture to this mother who has to constantly make up never ending stories.