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Waist deep in Ganga. Awesome stretch of water in front of me. It's flowing. Flowing to future, carrying the past. The continuity of human kind is being told at its best. For so, the rivers are. And The Ganga is more to it. It's the Mother, descended from heaven to the hair-locks of Shiva, the God pervading the Truth and the Sublime creation; so true He's Satyam and Sundaram.
Again I looked at the flow. Strange feeling crept in. Is't spirituality ? Whatever it's, It's a feel untold but experienced. My Pranam to the Mother, the Nature and its grandeur, I conveyed reverently. A small piece of burnt log brushed to my chest. It's floating away doing its job; a being has got merged to Pancha-bhut , has taken rest to peace. But the Mother Ganga assures the continuity. The flow tingled my legs and I took a deep, next and next. Why it's to be three I don't know. Discovered the Three Deeps at my grand-father in my childhood. It makes so easy by inheritance.
Got up and reached the bank. Looked back to the Mother Ganga. What's there with her? Why does it hold me so strong? Tried to recollect the moments of deep. Did I hear a whisper from the Mother?
Did I hear of my Grand Mother whom I had never seen ?
(She died in Varanasi while on pilgrimage with my grand-father. He returned alone long before I was born.)
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4 comments:
Sir, what ever u felt about your grand mother at bank of Maa Ganga .... may be true.... some old man used to say in my village .... our ancestors watch us when we reach at ghat...... its very emotional Sir....
Beautiful experience Sir..
You sound purified.................Namaskar.
sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eyes....
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