STORIZENTRAVEL
On seeing the boats afar , I felt the urge of having a boat ride . As a boat approached the ghat , I stepped into the boat . It was afternoon when I started enjoying the boat ride and the views adjacent to the ghat . As the boat was moving ahead in the water , I realized a serenity all around me .
Only I could hear now was the slapping of the oars on the water rowed by the boatman . With his paan-stained teeth , the boatman was humming a Bengali song . There was a peace in his countenance . I could feel he was a peaceful man with his meagre income .
He has no demands from life . He was satisfied with what he got from life . With constant rowing , his arms and shoulders were feeling tired . But , he did not show his tiredness to the travellers . The only reward he wishes is to see his travellers enjoy the boat ride . Unknowingly , this boatman had become a source of inspiration in my life . The sounds of temple bells started fading away as the boat was rowing ahead . My stomach started growling and I grabbed a fresh guava from my handbag .
As I was indulging in the taste of the fruit , my eyes caught sight of an old man a bit far away from the bank of river who was on his fishing hunt . There were some other fishermen who had smiles on their faces . It seems that they captured a huge number of fish that day . I thought how some people can be so happy without expecting much from their life .
I got lost of time as I was immersed in the beauties of the bank of river Ganges .
It was time to head back to the ghat where I was sitting in the morning . The evening view was enchanting . The sky had changed its color . The orange hue filled the sky . I could once again hear the bells of the temples . It was time for evening prayer .
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