It's another gloomy day, like the last; this time, there is drizzle and my wish for it not turn into downpour; because I'm enjoying it.
This used to be a busy locale. Warehouses lining the banks; bustling with activities, labourers loading and unloading goods. But today, it's quiet. Only tourists, birds, junk boats, rustling of the leaves, the breeze bringing the stench of the river and memories lost.
