! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! As Mother Ganges Spoke To Me...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Sitting one starlit night on the terrace, On hill above river in my cottage, On a chilly December, cosy in a blanket Around my head, hugging it close to my chest. Deliriously happy like a child Perhaps, was that moment truly alive? River roared and rose to dizzying heights; Kicked by paeans and hymns sung at twilight. My heart did a somersault with delight. In the periphery, saw soft temple lights. It told me some of her secrets aloud. And bounced on journey, northward bound. Today there is a nip in September air; Somehow overcome with acute despair. Suddenly heard the secrets and the hymns, And tears haven’t stopped falling since.