Walking on the banks of Musi River was fun. I had a friend, Mr. Vasu. He had few friends, and I am one of them. Many were afraid of him because he used to fight for any little provocation. Especially in the summers, we both used to go to the banks of Musi River. It was flowing south of my home at a distance of 1.5 kilometers. On the way, there were many grasslands. We used to see many people from Ramanthapur village were found cutting grass cultivated all along its banks and loading it on their bullock carts. The place was serene with grasslands. The sunset with the green foreground of the grass always looked great.  The evenings were cool with chirping birds.   At a point very close to the banks of the river there were many trees including some fruit trees like Cheema Chintakaya (Sp. Pithecellobium dulce) with cool shade. Once we felt thirsty, the villagers directed us to a spring. This spring was very close to the Musi River; the water was so refreshing and sweet. Once we both challenged ourselves to walk along the banks of the river towards Nagole Bridge. We don’t know the path, but still, we were walking. On the way, we got into knee deep mud. As the fields were being irrigated from two parallel irrigation canals upstream. These canals carried the drainage water from the urban areas. The Para grass grows well with the drainage water and even in the waterlogged condition. Para grass, when used as fodder for the milch buffalos, give the good yield of the milk. People preferred to buy the fresh milk. The bunds separating the fields were narrow at some places and as we were new to the place, fell several times in the fields with grass and mud. We made our dress dirty with wet mud, which was sticking to our dress like grease. The Musi River was beautiful, seen many water birds all along the way. Finally emerged at the Nagole bridge. We washed our clothes and legs and hands with relatively clean water and left to home. Never shared this incident with my mother.