
Baliara
The seaward edge. Open beach, casuarina, and the wind that never quite stops.

An island at the edge of the bay, where the Muri Ganga and the Chinai let go of the mainland.
At a glance
Nine square kilometres of silt, salt and paddy. Two rivers let go of the mainland here, and what is left of them runs straight into the Bay of Bengal.
The island, from above
Kolkata to the bay
South of Kolkata the land breaks into islands, creeks and tide-flats. Mousuni is very nearly the last of them before the open sea.
Map: Natural Earth · village positions approximate
The island
Mousuni sits where the Muri Ganga and the Chinai let go of the mainland. It is nine square kilometres of silt, salt and paddy, and it empties straight into the Bay of Bengal.

The seaward edge. Open beach, casuarina, and the wind that never quite stops.

Paddy, betel groves and brick paths. The island's quiet middle, where we are.

The river side. Country boats come and go with the tide, and the whole village knows before you do.

A sandbar an hour out by boat, populated entirely by birds.
A day here
The tide, the boats and the light set the hours on Mousuni. Four of the moments the day turns on.

The bay pulls back and leaves the beach wide, wet and mirrored. You can walk out further than seems sensible.

The river side wakes first. Fishing boats push off in the half-light while the island is still the colour of ash and rose.

No buildings in the way, just the bay. Most evenings everyone on the beach simply stops and watches.

No town glow for miles. Once the fire has burned down, the stars come out properly.
Come and see it