Like his father and grandfather before him, Abul Hussein rose at midnight to paddle his boat into the oily mid-current of the mighty Brahmaputra River.
He cast his nets until dawn, when he took his haul of catfish, eel and trout to market in Guwahati, the capital of India’s northeastern state of Assam.
His has always been a precarious profession. Even on a good day, he earns barely enough to feed himself and his five sons. But now he has a far greater concern than his dwindling daily catch: he fears that the river which sustains him and millions of others in South Asia will disappear altogether. [Full Text]