It is indeed a nice story and truly depicts the state of the holy Indian rivers. We have limited ourselves to being onlookers to this upcoming disastrous state of the environment.
The story of the river is the same as our lives. Born innocent n pure, we become murkier and filthier as we age, till a time midway through, we may realise what we have become.
After the travel of a thousand KMs till Varanasi, its still some 800 KMs to the Bay of Bengal. 800 KMs still to go till it merges with the sea…
We can’t undo the damage of the past, but we can set our lives right still. And teach our children to stay right. And maybe the river will reflect our lives and remain pure…
Or maybe I can stop day-dreaming.
Insightful 🙂 Very well written 🙂 Kudos to the scrip and the writer. Write more of such stuff.
gotta thank you for letting me know about the competition ! 🙂
It is indeed a nice story and truly depicts the state of the holy Indian rivers. We have limited ourselves to being onlookers to this upcoming disastrous state of the environment.
The story of the river is the same as our lives. Born innocent n pure, we become murkier and filthier as we age, till a time midway through, we may realise what we have become.
After the travel of a thousand KMs till Varanasi, its still some 800 KMs to the Bay of Bengal. 800 KMs still to go till it merges with the sea…
We can’t undo the damage of the past, but we can set our lives right still. And teach our children to stay right. And maybe the river will reflect our lives and remain pure…
Or maybe I can stop day-dreaming.
couldn’t agree with you more, Sir ! 🙂
esp..”we become murkier and filthier as we age”.. (Y)
Actually very nice story… the real story. Sorry, not the story but a true fact of the life. 🙂
thank you Bikash 🙂