Today I’m back after having driven 220 kms away from Hyderabad to Alampur, a badly flood hit neighbourhood to Kurnool. With me accompanied my colleague, Ajay Reddy. We started early morning on Ajay’s bike to the land rapine by the sacred waters of the river Tungabhadra. We took along with us grocery weighing a little more than 10kg, old and unused cloths and also some steel crockery that can come helpful for the affected and the needy. Our bike fully packed, however the luggage never troubling us as we took the straight and smooth highway NH 7 (Hyd to B’lore) to reach to our destination. A local chap routed us to the exact place where we saw the victims gathered and awaiting help. There came a lot of people enveloping us to see what we had for them. We distributed less; it is true to tell that they grabbed it all. The same local chap, with whom we made good friendship, took us to the banks of the river Tungabhadra. She, now sound asleep, that silent and serene, swayed us to forget her furious and frenzy face.
Reaching back home by evening, we felt happy from our action to ride down to the flood affected areas and study the situation prevailing. To get a chance to succour the needy and Ajay telling me that he would get better sleep today. Touring helps one to better his understanding of geography and directions, and augment the curious mind in him.
The famous Jogulamba temple -- after flood:



Victims begging around, soliciting help:

Tungabhadra in peace:



