The Journey Comments

Dirty I was with long journeys, and she found me a river that flowed tranquil in the suburb of the city. I thought it was the Ganges of purest waters and I immersed into it while small fishes kissed my feet and tickled the self. When I sat upon the banks sunshine wiped those drops that shined on my cleansed body and breeze touched my senses to leave me refreshed.

The road ahead was stretching endless and I felt the pangs of hunger leaving me blind. She had kept a plastic bag with rice among the wastes- I fed myself with that thinking it was her Prasad and it is my Mother who was feeding me. I never felt the rotten smell of it, perhaps that is the most delicious food that I have ever tasted in life.
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