Vizag diary

Reader's guide about Visakhapatnam a.k.a Vizag:

-This eastern coastal city of Andhra Pradesh (located at the south-east coast of India) is famous for heavy industry.
-It is famous for it's beaches (Bay of Bengal), hills and valleys as well
-This is the base for Eastern-Naval command of India

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25th Feb, Saturday:6:00 AM

I opened my eyes, squinted and closed it immediately for the shining sun stared straight at me. My Legs were folded painfully; one hand in my pocket clutching the mobile phone while the other had been working temporarily as my pillow, I slowly got up from the sixty degree declined seat. The bus was crossing the Godavari river. Godavari is the largest river in the southern India. The view was breathtakingly peaceful. The early-morning mist floated on the bank of the river. But that gray coloured mist had been melted down in the vibrant orange of the river water in the middle, which was painted by the early-morning sun. Wooden boats of various size were patrolling the river for fish. Some people were taking their bath on the river. The bridge is pretty long. The bus took approximatelly five to seven minutes to cross the bridge. There is another parallel bridge over the river for the train.

The bus was moving slowly with a few up and down jerks over the bridge. I had been looking through the glass window of the bus. Everything was in a move so was I; the slow stream of the river, the fish boats, the people there on the bank taking bath and the sun. The motion started to take shape of the river streams, the fish boats, and the people, in a way, that I had never experienced before and I felt myself transfixed on my seat. For a moment an eerie feeling engulfed me; I was in that hypnotized mood when the bus suddenly stopped with a screeching jolt. In the beginning I didn't notice it's rampant and continuous movement as I was still entwined into that eerie feeling. It was in a form of haze. A mixture of white and red in color, that haze became clearer to me gradually. Then my eyes grew big and finally I saw it. It was a white haired dog, run over by some vehicle and lying on the road in a pool of blood. May be the big truck, which was before our bus, I didn’t know; what I knew at that moment was, the dog was still not dead and shaking violently before it's last breath.