The Holy Water
The shadow of the astronomical mountains covering the river in conjunction with the golden sun rays falling on the river bed elevates the splendour of the place. My life resembles this pious river. At some point it is smooth while at some, it is rough. After facing the turbulent rapids, here I am in the midst of the placid river feeling peaceful. I wonder how beautifully this holy river reflects my emotions.
As the splash of rapids hit my face, I was drawn back to the reality. Suddenly, I realised the harsh truth of life, a truth which was hard to buy. The holy water helped me to forget my pain. All the miseries and sorrows of life were dissolved in the frosting water of river Ganges. It came in as a relief. My feelings were mirroring the present, which I was in. As my body float onto the water my heartfelt light and free from every sort of bondages of life.
The ambivalence before the rapids, the adrenaline rush which I face during the course and the tranquillity which I achieve after it is something worth experiencing. The serene river depicts the story of life, which is full of exuberance, fear, rush and peace.
