Bhagirathi at Gangotri

My mother told me that Gangotri had been very good for my father and that he no longer regretted not being with us to Gaumukh. On asking him, he explained that he had spent almost all of 08.10.06 at Gangotri, just walking around. The sheer inaccessibility and wildness of Gangotri, as compared to Mumbai, worked on him in ways that made him appreciate both more. He had strolled along the ghats and suddenly experienced great thirst. He has a long history of diabetes and mentally, had prepared himself to die on this trip, if it was to happen.

On seeing the water of Bhagirathi at Gangotri and experiencing that thirst on her ghats, he felt that if he got some drops of that water, he would die happily. Feeling too unsure to reach out to her waters himself, he asked some passing boys and they came immediately and gave Gangajal from the cups of their hands. He drank like it was life itself.

He felt himself a renewed person and thanked Gangamaataa for many indescribable and unlistable matters. On coming back to Bhaironghatti, he told my mother of his experiences and also found that he experienced her in a different way, with much more appreciation, love and care, than the day before. My mother is an atheist by choice and welcomed the change in my father, since it was to her benefit, :-),:-).