Director Shamas Nawab Siddiqui wrote an emotional letter to the Prime Minister, demanding restoration of the historical “Hindon” river.
This isn't just an old tale - it's a story from just a few years ago when, in the innocent days of childhood, near the banks of the Hindon River, sacks of carrots were kept next to the Shivala temple for us to eagerly await their theft. The broken pieces of earthen pots were turned into slingshots in Hindon, and the small piece (dala) of the pot would skip across the water, becoming a cause for competition among friends.
I've spent my entire childhood in its shadow, and countless memories will be buried if Hindon is no more. Always, upon seeing Hindon, the scar on my forehead refreshes the wound of childhood, when we, as children, used to lead our domestic cows and buffaloes to graze near the Hindon River.
Domestic animals, excitedly viewing the life-sustaining water of the Hindon River ...









