By Priyanka Das
“Aapka gaon bahut sundar hai...” I said smiling.
(Your hamlet is real beautiful)
“Hai na? wohi toh.. Pata nahi aap sheher wale kaise rehte ho? Humko toh soch ke hey ajeeb lagta hai ki roz ganga maa ke darshan nahi honge!” she said.
(Yes, how create yous metropolis people live? The idea of non seeing Mother Ganga every twenty-four hours is hence uncomforting!)
Between the gasping for breath too trying to discovery my foothold, I braved a glance at the former wrinkled human face upward of the lady sprinting too hopping across boulders making her agency through the lush fields flaunting its abundant harvest of soybean too paddy. The turbulent Ganges flowed beneath us, roaring, mark its territory. But in that location was no turbulence on this lady’s face. It was calm. It was happy.
I had merely met her that forenoon inwards the piddling hamlet of Siror on the banks of Ganges too she had offered to accept me uphill to reckon her fields. This piddling unassuming hamlet was to endure my domicile for xxx days.
As nosotros stopped for breath, overlooking the gorgeous landscape dotted amongst clear white waterfalls, I idea of the sequence of events that had led me to this spot.
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Very frequently inwards our lives nosotros accept a quick determination that changes the entire course of report of life. Taking a solo trip to Uttarkashi was 1 of them. When I boarded my prepare from Delhi railway station afterward proverb goodbye to my friend, for the get-go fourth dimension it dawned on me that I was going to undertake this 12 sixty minutes prepare journeying followed yesteryear a half dozen sixty minutes jitney ride all on my own... I was going to endure Alone.
My hear was filled amongst apprehensions too possibilities seeded yesteryear endless stories of criminal offence shown on TV. I spent the entire prepare journeying clinging on to my handbag eyeing every rider inwards the prepare amongst suspicion too every bit a potential rapist. Then I spent some other half dozen hours on a rickety bus, making its agency through narrow foggy roads occasionally flight through tiny H2O streams, hoping that in that location is no landslide on the agency that would entraps us! Needless to tell it was an arduous journey. Once inwards Uttarkashi, I boarded a taxi for the concluding conclusive leg of the journeying too reached Sivananda Kutir, Netala.
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| The Ashram |
“Madam aap Sivananda ashram ja rahe ho?”
(Madam, are yous going to Sivananda Ashram)
“Haan". (Yes.)
“Aap thak gaye lagte hain. Par aapke wahan pahunchte hey sari thakan door ho jayegi” proclaimed my taxi driver.
(Don't worry, the 2d yous attain there, yous won’t experience tired anymore.)
I smiled. This was non the get-go fourth dimension I had experienced the intense devotion the portion has towards the Ganges. She was the solution to every occupation from crops failing to SENSEX dropping 100 points. She was the real lifeline of this place.
The unassuming taxi driver was correct of course.
The ashram was correct on the banks of the river too my room was perched on the river side inwards a rather precarious agency almost floating on the ravaging swirling H2O beneath.
For many nights thereafter, I lay broad awake inwards my bed listening to the noisy river flowing correct exterior my window.
“Has the H2O grade risen?”
“I bet, the river sounds closer too louder than an sixty minutes before”
“There was a alluvion a few years back...maybe this is non the best house to be...”
“Was this the 3rd night? Or perhaps the 4th?”
My prepare of idea was endless.
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| The River Ganga flowing correct adjacent to the Ashram |
Devotion is a tricky thing. It is staggeringly hard to discovery it. But 1 time yous do, it is almost impossible to lose it. If yous conduct maintain ever been a traveller yous would know that every journeying inwards life teaches yous something. For me this journeying was a journeying of discovering dearest too how to surrender. It was a journeying of knowing that I am ever watched over. It was a journeying that taught me that in that location is immense goodness inwards this the world if solely nosotros opened upward our eyes too look.It was a journeying that taught me, no affair where nosotros are, nosotros are never genuinely “Alone”.
Author Bio: After working inwards the software manufacture for iv years, Priyanka quit her undertaking to accept upward writing. She is passionate nigh offbeat traveling, nutrient for soul, coming together novel people too sharing their stories, recycling too yoga. You tin follow her thoughts, stories too travelogues on her weblog Postcard from Life
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