Even today, as the plane is about to land in Guwahati & I see the vast mass of water flowing below, my heart is surged with emotions that I am unable to assign words to… during my childhood, while growing up in different parts of Assam, I subconsciously started relating Guwahati with that river.    I am talking about the river Brahmaputra here – one of the very few male river in the world. From the romantic lover who embraces the golden hue of sun in the lazy winter evening to the angry old man threatening those who dare to disturb his solitude in the monsoon, I have seen…