Of the Whirls and Swirls.....

Now this is another one of the wonderful experiences I have had so far. Surely a once in lifetime experience.....Who had imagined that rafting would be such a fun indeed....Now I am an amateur poet and want to express the experience by means of a poem......Please bear with me.....

We started off in the dark of night
The highway paving the way with its lights
With no traffic we jet past the city
Alongside the dawning amiability

The morning was foggy and cold but pleasant
A hot adrak chai was beckoning
I wonder anyone could resist it
And we were tempted to have two cups indeed

As we moved, the fog only got denser

Blurring our visibility

The irresistible picturesque sugarcane fields caught our sight
Only hoping we could have stayed there for a little more while

We drove past Haridwar to reach Rishikesh after a six hours drive
And now had to reach Shivpuri, a small town uphill
A sixteen kilometer road so narrow
The twists and turns were coarse shrugging mud off its contour

The sight of Ganges flowing between the mountains was awe-inspiring
With some patches of water gushing and some lull
The raft was ready and instruction were clear
'Ganga Mata ki Jai' was an orison

Confronting the mighty tides and the ice cold water
We sailed along sometimes to the left and to the right
The successful first encounter with the rapids
Made us determined and enjoy the roller coasters, double swirls, golf courses

A dip in the Ganges and dribbling away along with the stream
A fifteen feet dive into the water
A sight of cliffs talking to the mountains
Had all left an indelible impression

A reflection of enduring animated illustrations Imprinted on my mind forever
An experience of life time it was
And I still live with those memoirs anew ...