For four rupees (eight cents), I boarded the ferry boat and crossed over to Howrah. Departing from our city's side, the boat was rather empty but many commuters were prepared to board once we arrived. This was my first boat ride on the river here. It reminded me of the times when almost all outsiders arrived by boat. I know of other carriers of the good news that traveled that way many times to this city. It was a much slower process, almost standstill compared to the jet planes of today. Yet, there is something special about transport on water.
My friend who ministers in Howrah tells me that he chooses the ferry instead of the bridge so he can pray before he crosses over to minister to the child drug addicts there.
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