IN my city I often search for a spot by the side of the Gomti river which looks somewhat wild and scenic. My quest has been futile. Fifteen years ago, I discovered a small stretch, almost 30 km from my home, where I could sit peacefully, reflect and spot fish. It had well-vegetated banks with natural plants. I could hear the naad of flowing water and the chirping of birds, take a boat and navigate for some time. But alas, that too has gone due to the emergence of a filthy drain outfalling into the river.