River stories have been on my mind, many of them – some happy, others thoughtful, some knotted and others flowing freely. There are stories of rivers that roar in the Himalaya or run across a busy city, rivers that irrigate the plains and those that merge into the sea.Rivers also have many vivid memories for me. The soothing sight of a river after an arduous trek or dipping my feet into its waters or listening to the sound of the river as it flows past, with hornbills, driftwood and fragile boats for company.But, on the flip side, there. . .