The sun had bid goodbye for the day, and the town looked like getting ready for another night when we first landed in Rishikesh, a city that is synonymous with temples, saints and the mighty Ganges. And when I first scanned for these things, I couldn’t agree more.
It was a chilling night when we landed in this city, and the freezing weather made me grumpy instantly. I’d been wearing 4 layers by the way and was still gritting my teeth. As my eyes inspected the town with curiosity, my mind ranted about adaptation (Darwin’s theory of survival and stuffs). Putting my sudden interest in the thoughts of evolution to rest, I came back to present and looked at the Ganges flowing through the town. Somehow, I find the view of any form of water bodies at night intriguing (Is it just me?) So, I observed the mighty Ganga, a river revered by the populace of India. A profound sense of respect filled me as I saw the river flowing, not out of devotion – but its huge volume and the force of the gushing river itself. After crossing the river on the famous Ram Jhula, we reached the other side of the river where we found a pretty good and economical place to stay.