The old town

Hooghly. The town where I was born. The town where my parents live. The town where I hope to return some day. Although Hooghly is developing into a noisy and overcrowded city fast, some of the old charm can still be found on a serene winter morning such as this. This photo was taken from a train crossing the Hooghly river on an old bridge built in 1887. A new bridge replaced this old bridge soon after this photo was taken.