A closer gaze at the sacred Ganga unveils a scene of sheer marvel. In some places, frothy clusters gather, while in others, the water bubbles like milk flowing in abundance. At times, its flow intertwines like a maiden’s plait with loose ends, while elsewhere, it swirls with such force that it draws in anything in its vicinity, regardless of size. Here, its serene flow resembles a procession of graceful swans; there, it plunges into depths, releasing vibrant echoes. Yet in certain stretches, its swift and roaring currents, carried by the winds, strike terror among beasts, sending them scattering in frantic fear.
Rama, observing this spectacle, remarks: “See how the same river appears serene, holy, fearful, pleasant, terrifying, hopeful, and anxious—mirroring the myriad moods of the human mind. Yet, unlike the mind that often halts or strays into destructive courses, the Ganga, steadfast in dharma, never deviates from her path. She sustains life along her journey, while a mind lost in its deviations leaves scars that linger. It is through discretion, restraint, and sound judgment that one can avoid such destructive diversions.”
Divine figures, clad in sparkling attire, bathe in the river, resembling white lotuses adrift on its waters. Nearby, golden sand dunes beckon weary souls to rest. Swans and water hens flutter joyously, their harmonious calls mingling with the rushing breeze. Along the banks, trees laden with blossoms and black lotuses, interspersed with water lilies, weave a natural garland to adorn the river. Budding lilies, dusted with pollen from myriad flowers, reflect the tender hues of dawn, creating a rainbow-like spectacle.
Uncontaminated and pure, every leaping droplet of Ganga rivals the brilliance of precious gems in color and clarity. Elephants, frolicking in the waters, spray cascades of droplets, embellishing the surroundings with untamed joy. The river’s course winds through dense groves, where fruit-laden trees bow under their bounty and vibrant flowers cluster in abundance. Birds, hares, deer, crocodiles, and monkeys thrive along her banks, forming an ecosystem brimming with eternal bliss.
Born of Lord Vishnu’s feet, Ganga is divine and sinless, a purifier of body and soul. Descending to earth through Bhagiratha’s penance and Lord Shiva’s matted locks, she sanctifies the land she graces. Housing unique flora and fauna, she remains a celestial boon to humanity.
As Rama reaches Ganga at the hamlet of Srungibera, he observes, “Here, Ganga flows with swift swirls, striking a holy posture.” He proposes they rest beneath a vast stucco tree, its lush canopy adorned with blooming flowers and tender leaves. This sacred land, rich in resources, hosts Rama, Lakshmana, Sita, Sumantra, and their horses. The natural world seems to adjust its rhythms to provide comfort, as they settle on mats of soft, thick grass, finding solace in the serene embrace of this divine creation. What grand design unfolds next awaits discovery.
