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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