• Floods in Upper Assam

    Floods in Upper Assam

    The monsoon has been pretty erratic this year. Sometimes it rains. Sometimes it doesn’t. And sometimes it pours so much that you wish it didn’t rain.

    Sitting in Mumbai, we have no idea of the fury of the monsoon rains. Especially in the northeast. The Brahmaputra river is the main river system in this region keeping it green and vibrant all year round. All rivers in India are considered feminine except for the Brahmaputra or Son of Brahma the Creator. Every year the river overflows causing floods and extensive damage especially when it enters Bangladesh.

    But this year, I got a first hand account of the river’s fury when Robin, a classmate of mine now settled in Guwahati with his wife Rimly, shared images of the floods in Upper Assam with our school WhatsApp group His wife, Rimly ,an amazing woman, I might add, who is an artist, a gardener and DIY enthusiast, organised a rescue mission with some of her friends.

    Helping hands

    These intrepid ladies folded up their sleeves, opened their hearts and collected a whole load of stuff ( food, clothes , blankets, medicines ) to provide some relief to the hapless villagers who literally saw their lives flowing by.

    Getting ready to leave

    According to Robin, the floods have intensified after intensive mining deforestation started. Because there is no vegetation to stop and let the water get absorbed, the water flows clean through carrying the silt into the already silt laden Brahmaputra. Tragedy

    I just had to share these images that she sent back to Robin .

    Dead bodies lying covered on the side
    Women who find and burn dead bodies

    Rimly came across these women from bengal. They specialize in searching for dead bodies. They locate and burn them. Some bodies are tied to trees so they don’t get swept swayed. Many kids have been swept away and not found.

    Actual Report from Rimly

    NEPALI KHUTI – BIHUBOR COLONY VISIT, 8 August 2026

    A Ground Report from the Flood-Affected Areas of Sivasagar district, Assam.

    When the waters rise, the true measure of humanity is how we stand with those who are left behind.

    Our journey to Nepali Khuti and Bihubor Colony in Sivasagar was not simply a relief trip. It was an encounter with the harsh reality of what flooding means for ordinary families. The devastation followed by complete desolation.

    As we travelled towards the affected areas, the landscape itself began to tell the story. Roads and pathways were waterlogged, homes and surroundings bore the unmistakable signs of inundation, and normal life brought to a standstill. Household items strewn around completely damaged, people taking shelter in the makeshift tents on the streets holding onto next to nothing.

    But it was when we reached the affected communities that the magnitude of the situation truly became apparent. A lady sitting in front of her inundated house with nothing left but the foundation. Yet she was smiling while we were trying to fight back the tears. An octogenarian depicting how the flood waters surged into their area and that he had never in his lifetime seen such fury of the otherwise calm and quiet Dikhou River. Yet another elderly man saying he lost everything including his family. He told us smiling that he has gone back to zero.

    What we saw on the ground

    The floodwaters have disrupted almost every aspect of daily life.

    Families are struggling to protect whatever belongings they have left. People are now totally dependent on outside assistance for essential food and other necessities. For those whose homes and livelihoods have been affected, the uncertainty of what comes next is perhaps even more difficult and terrifying than the flood itself.
    What can we do ? How to rebuild their lives?

    The photographs and videos we captured during our visit are a small glimpse of that reality.

    But behind every image is a human story.

    An elderly person worrying about tomorrow.

    A family trying to save what little they have.

    Children whose normal routines have disappeared.

    People waiting patiently for help while dealing with circumstances they never asked for.

    Our small effort

    We went as a group of volunteers with a simple objective—to reach out to people directly and provide whatever assistance we could. To tell their story. And just to be with them. We felt so small after seeing all of the devastation, felt helpless yet tried to console them that this too shall pass.

    We know that one relief trip cannot solve the enormous problems created by this flood.

    But relief is not only about the quantity of material we can provide.

    It is also about showing up.

    It is about telling people:

    “We see you. We hear you. You are not alone.”

    Our visit to Nepali Khuti and Bihubor Colony reminded us that communities become stronger when people come forward for one another.

    Beyond the floodwaters

    The immediate need is relief—but the challenge will continue even after the waters recede.

    Homes and surrounding areas will need to be cleaned. Knee deep mud and silt will have to be removed, houses repaired and rebuilt.

    Livelihoods will need to be restored.

    Families will need continued assistance.

    Children will need to return to school.

    And communities will need to spend time to rebuild their lives.

    Therefore, our effort should not end with this visit.

    A message to everyone

    If you are able to help, please do.

    You can contribute through volunteering, essential supplies, financial assistance or simply by spreading awareness. Please be there for them. They need you at this time of the hour.

    Every contribution matters.

    Every helping hand matters.

    Every act of kindness matters.

    Our visit to Nepali Khuti and Bihubor Colony has left us with one very strong message:

    Disasters may divide us geographically, but compassion brings us together.

    We came to help. We cried. They made us smile.
    We returned with something more valuable—a deeper understanding of the strength, dignity and resilience of the people we met. They are still smiling. All we need is to be with them, even a small word of consolation helps.

    Nepali Khuti and Bihubor Colony—your struggle has been witnessed. Your voices deserve to be heard. And your journey towards recovery must not be walked alone.

    Standing with the flood-affected communities of Sivasagar and Charaideo district.

    From LHSF_foundation
    8 August 2026

    A heart wrenching story

    Every year the river overflows but this year the tragedy was brought home by the active participation in relief operations by Rimly and her friends.

    Without so much as batting an eyelid, these ladies quickly got themselves organised, collected essentials and got going.

    Ciao

    P.S. This work is not over yet . Rimly and her friends are going back with more packages for yet another round of relief work

  • Monsoon sunset

    The sun peeping out shyly from behind scattered clouds

    After a week of heavy rain. Finally today saw a lull and I actually managed to catch the sun set.

    Happy weekend.

    Ciao

  • Seventeen and counting

    Yesterday I got a message from WordPress congratulating me on being 17 years with them. Before that I was with Blogger. So it’s been a long time since I’ve been blogging.

    I started out as Penelope Potty Snooper on Blogger Then I morphed to Mumbai On A High on WordPress and actually got a professional to re-design my blog since I went self-hosted. and finally I’m here with Jetpack as 25×7.

    A long journey

    It’s been a great ride . As always, I jumped on to this bandwagon as a complete novice. Categories, tags, social media, algorithms – these were words which frankly only now are beginning to make sense.

    Like most people my age, I was scared to approach this new technology – being accustomed to a manual typewriter.

    From typing on my clunky 486 to flitting between my iPhone and desktop, I’ve learnt to navigate my way. I learnt how to make my own images on Canva, transfer straight from my phone and do many wonderful things with the blog.

    (But still I find it difficult to master reels and stories and posts and basically all that is INSTA, so VLOGGING is not happening yet)

    Still bumbling

    From figuring things out on my ownI went into joining blogging communities at Blogadda and Indiblogger. Those were really fun days when I throroughly immersed myself in blogging. It was fun attending their events and I enjoyed meeting a whole load of people through the opportunities it got me.

    My first ever thrill of winning was with Blogadda’s competition that gave Blogadda that earned me Rs. 5000 coupon. Then, I went on to win a Hamilton Grill in another contest. The highlight of my blogging journey was winning a competition that enabled me a 4 day all expenses trip to Malaysia. This was sponsored by the Malaysian Tourism board and was totally unforgettable.

    I once had a hair raising experience driving a newly launched car to Lonavla and back with a bunch of guys even younger than my own children! And one of them didn’t even possess a licence. This was a contest Blogadda had with Tata Motors to promote their then new launch BOLT. The car has long since been discontinued, but the memory of that ride will stay with me forever.

    Through blogging I made a tonne of friends online and even managed to meet some of them in person .

    By participating in blog hops like the A to Z Challenge I discovered so many wonderful writers.

    For years I participated in the annual #A to Z challenge, #Skywatch Friday and several bloghops like #ThursdayTreeLove.

    I used to enjoy those bloghops and consistent bloggingso I wonder what made me stop?

    change is the only constant

    When I started out, my intention was to let my family and friends overseas know what was happening in my life.

    I soon realised that no one was interested so I began writing for myself.

    I had three blogs – One on food that I called Foodities where I shared food memories, restaurant reviews and recipes. I signed off this blog as Bellybytes which I thought was a great name!

    My second blog was on parenting or rather grandparenting and was called Nappy Tales.

    Once again, I found it difficult to keep up writing three blogs and didn’t manage to generate any traffic or followers.

    So these naturally fell by the way and I am now on this one blog in its latest avatar 25×7 since Anna Shetty convinced me that Mumbai On a High sounded like the confessions of a regular substance abuser!

    I wonder how long I will stay on this journey.

    It gets disheartening when the followers don’t come. I get disappointed when I find that despite Social Media feeds, the likes and comments are not forthcoming.

    And more than anything else, trying to master newer skills on Canva etc becomes really difficult if you have to carve out minutes in a busy day.

    But, I hope to be around for a few years more.

    So see you on this blog.

    Ciao,

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