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Articles: Short Stories | An encounter with Ganga
- Prof. venkata ramanamurty mallajosyula
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Last summer, Rita visited Uttaranchal (now Uttarakhand) with her grandparents. They spent a day visiting holy places in the pilgrim center of Devapayag.
In the afternoon, grandfather felt too tired to walk. He said he would rest for some time and made himself comfortable beneath a shaded tree.
Grandmother sat down on a stone nearby, took out her rosary, and began her chanting.
Left for her self, Rita went and sat on the bank of river Ganges. She was impressed by the swift flow of water. She also noticed that the water was crystal clear.
On her visit she went to Allahabad the previous year. She remembered how unclean the same river seemed flowing through the city.
The ripples caught the Sun’s rays and took on a golden hue. Rita was mesmerized by the beauty of the river when suddenly, a beautiful woman rose from the water. She wore a light sari and had flowing, black hair. Rita nibbled her eyes. Was she dreaming.
“Don’t you know me? Asked the woman, walking up to the girl. I’m Ganga!”
Rita stared at her. ”You’re Ganga, the river. 1”she exclaimed.
“That’s right, but you haven’t told me your name,” the woman said in a soft tone as she gently held the girl’s hands.
“Oh! I’m sorry! I’m R-it-a from Delhi, stammered the girl. ”I’m here with my grandparents on a visit an you please tell me why you are so important to the people of this country?”
“I‘m important because people considered me the holiest river of India. I’m also the longest, 2,510 km to be precise, ”stated Ganga.
‘Wah! That long? ”Rita exclaimed. ”From where do you start flowing?”
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