The River
The first time that I saw the River Ganges I was mesmerized, just there. It was love at first site. A river was speaking to me with such intenisity and courage, that I made silence and I listened, deeply, unapologetically leaving behind me all other matters. I spent days and days, gazing at the living creature that traverses the history of a sub-coninent and has weaved myths of the past with its stream in the present. Never before have I evere seen such raw power flowing through; I have seen seas and mountains and storms and thunders but the Ganges was mystical in its own sense. I was lucky to see it close to its source since I was already deep north in the continent but I feel that it…
