Govindghat to Ghangharia : Preamble to Eden
The moment I
came to the confluence of Alaknanda and Lakshman Ganga, I realized the change
within Garhwal. An abode of Sikh pilgrimage attracted thousands of pilgrims
every year. We do often go to analyse the purpose of those but do we want to
justify ours by sighting theirs. Every journey in the mountains I take is the
most serious one and there I find myself every moment transforming at the most
personal level.
The
hospitality of the Gurudwara did not take me in surprise but it was
overwhelming. To feel that extravaganza I would suggest every traveller to pass
a day here. Sitting by the window at the inn, nothing could pierce that river
sound, it seemed to take everything with it. NH58 was a strange route, many
overhangs are ready to take you in them, but that strangeness has given it, the
ultimate beauty.
On the
entrance there was a gate, where they welcome me to the valley of flowers. It
was a 13 kilometre walk to Ghangharia which has another name of Govinddham
after Sikh Guru Govind Singh Ji. The road was but I could feel that I was among
nature, playing with it, respecting it. By the valley , the Lakshman Ganga or
Hem Ganga could be seen, this is the place where hope resides and a siren of
upcoming devastation stays. Now it goes within its joy but some stories of
Pulna which village was destroyed by this very river, got to me in sadness and
indifference too. Life teaches lesson, when nature does its due, its always
that much dramatic. The Bhyundar village too was carrying the same blunt tale
of loss and renewal. When I entered into Ghangharia, it was a different town
which I thought of.
Walking by
that lean stream, was a joy at peace.
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