Mother was so insistent that we all go to ‘Haridwar’ for the holy dip in the Ganges. It was june, hottest month of the year with loo blowing; making the animals, birds and humans lethargic and indolent, all alike. We started off early in the morning and reached the main bazar around 12 noon when the sun was right overhead and the sultry weather deterring us to step further. The kids were hungry besides being tired. So it was decided to have lunch before venturing into the cool waters a little later.
I told my brother to leave me at ‘Sarvanand Ghat’ while they go for the stroll in the market. The huge banyan tree on the ghat had a cemented boundary wall built around, made a comfortable seat. Though it was very hot and bright yet the shade of the tree provided soothing embrace and received me in his arms like an old veteran of the family. The picturesque and quaint Ganga appeared to draw me to her as a loving mother draws her child to plant a kiss on his forehead with a heart that is filled with blessings and pure love for him.
The bright silvery netted beams of the sun danced on the surface of clear stream in criss-cross and random fashion. The swallows skimmed on the surface of the incessantly flowing waves as though looking for joy and peace like we human keep looking for in the world.
Time flew as I delved deep in my thoughts all mesmerized and enthralled by the awe inspiring beauty of the surroundings. What makes one mighty and powerful? Is it the quality to control others? Or is it the benevolence and the quality of giving without any taint of miserliness make one potent and powerful? Do we find our own freedom while we bestow our love and kindness without any subjective inhibitions?