Three Gangas
Rivers carry stories more than we know Apart from resilience, swift and meandering. At Buxar, she's just a river Flowing next to a small town- Making the town famous for ghat rites. Different ghats for different purposes- To celebrate life, to celebrate festivals, And to celebrate death- the one mom took me to On the first outing in this new town- Buxar. It remained in my heart, Never as a bad memory, just another memory. Apart from the flood news and overflowing lines of danger, I was unaware of her sacred magnificent existence. Until I saw her at Haridwar. As if the person treated so ordinarily Has accessorized and I could not stop gazing. The first look of the bride or the groom, When you're used to their ordinary outfits? Something similar. Surprised at the personality development- At peak, I cried out of joy. I've known her and she's evolved, like me She's respected, adored, worshipped, and loved here Like me, who was loved in the city of Shiva. She beams wit...