Bhagirathi

On the other side of the gorge, it was possible very often, to see stretches of the old pilgrim path, plenty of landslides: old and new, small and huge, some deer, shepherd huts; rarely, waterfalls and all the time: dazzling mountains vying with each other to touch the skies with their sheer, harsh beauty. The size and shape of the rocks in the Bhagirathi instill immediate respect for the forces of nature: water, which can cut across such sizes and stone, which resists such water.

The different moods of the Bhagirathi on this walk must be experienced, not described. Would you like it if I described a love story when you have the opportunity to be a part of it? Mountains and rivers, the Himalayas and the different Gangas – each have their own little love stories. Sometimes they are fighting each other, sometimes only quarrelling loudly, sometimes just indulging in mock-fights for the sheer fun of it; sometimes one wins and at other times, the other; sometimes they pamper each other or are just cuddling each other; at most times they are like father and daughter: the proud, tall, mighty, stern and grave, sometimes sullen father wrenched into smiles and laughter by his little, lisping, prancing princess……..