SERENITY (Silent Musings)

Oh Holy Ganges! Why can’t everything be as pure as you, as serene as the breeze which touches your feet and sweeps across my hair as I stand at your banks, why can’t every clime be as sublime as the clime at your ghats . Here as I stand at your banks, Oh mother who quenches every entity’s thirst, I feel a strange sense of fulfillment in your niche, an unexplained exuberance which fills my heart in ways unknown……..

Published by shachi_sinha

An engineer who is making an endeavour to pen down her unsaid emotions and her midnight musings with an effort to connect with all of you out there.

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