सफ़रनामा

The holy city of Haridwar if you compare and contrast, hosts you with an altogether different kind of “mature” wind. As you pass by the street art turned picture gallery for the Kumbh Mela , a sanctifying vibe starts to slowly envelope you. It’s 6 in the evening and you realize you’ve just missed the aarti. While crossing the bridge above, you turn left to catch moments of glimpse of the “Bhagirathi” Lo and Behold… What you witness makes your eyes gape, jaws drop and ears prick up to assimilate her angelic melodious burbling. It’s as if she’s open-heartedly giving you a grand reception.  All you want is to fling open your arms and run down to her, meet her, listen to her.  Only if your friends were not sluggish and behaving like oldies. So, it’s 9 before they decide they must step out for dinner. God! Almost whole of the city’s already asleep by now. Anyways, down to the ghaats after a wholesome dinner… Staying alone for no more than a couple of minutes at the Har ki Pa...