All Rights Reserved by the Author | 11 November 2025
They call it Mosi-oa-Tunya — “The Smoke That Thunders.” When you stand before Victoria Falls, it’s as if the sky itself is pouring down. The Zambezi River, calm for miles, suddenly leaps off a cliff and roars into the gorge below with a ferocity that humbles you.
Mist rises like silver curtains, catching sunlight in trembling rainbows. Locals believe the falls have a spirit — and when the spray touches your face, you feel it too. The sound is not mere noise; it’s a pulse, ancient and alive, echoing through rock, water, and air.
Not far from the falls stands another legend — the Baobab Tree. With roots that look like arms reaching into the sky, it’s often said to hold the wisdom of the earth. In the soft heat of afternoon, its trunk casts a cool shadow where travelers rest and stories are exchanged. For centuries, the Baobab has watched over rivers, storms, and people — silent, enduring, unshaken.
From the Knife-Edge Bridge, the world disappears in mist — and for a few heartbeats, you’re between heaven and earth. Evenings here are magic. The setting sun paints the roaring waters in gold, and when night comes, the river hums under a million stars — the world’s oldest lullaby.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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