There is something about Water, there just is.
Rivers perennial or seasonal, come with their unique charm. Recall being struck by muddy reddish-brown roaring rivers in Kerela while driving from Cochin to Munnar in monsoons. Those waters had me not just enthralled but also a bit worried about the little houses nearby. But of course the denizens are used to their noisy neighbor and want it just so.
Arti’s at Har ki Paudi in river Ganges, Haridwar are achingly beautiful. Say what you may about the multitudes and filth, this spectacle of millions of bobbing diyas floating away on peaceful dark waters is cathartic.
As I write this, I’m sitting by a river in New York and I do so often. Watching huge barges, ships, speedboats, sailboats make their way thru the greenish grey waters. Used to do the same when living in Switzerland; watch Lake Geneva change its mood, color, visage. Sunrises, sunsets, children playing, dogs walking.
Monsoons, rain drops, dew, waterfalls, lakes, backwaters, dams, reservoirs, quick showers, relaxed baths.
They. Just. Feels. Like. Peace.
Water refreshes, calms, invites, cools, intimidates, loves, quenches. My drink of choice.