Finally, I reached my destination. It is not easy to describe Haridwar. Where does one start from? The colourful temples, the purifying Ganga, the salvation-seeking devotees, the commercial-minded pundits or priests, the black-faced grey langurs, the ochre-clad sadhus? So many factors omnipresent make a choice difficult. So I will start with the one and only Mother Ganges or “Ganga Maiyya”. The waters at the ghat, popularly known as Har-ki-Pauri, are welcoming, look refreshing and promise a better world beyond the one I inhabit at present. Originating from the icy slopes of the Himalayas, the fast-flowing waters are bone-chilling. I submerged myself in the icy flow thrice. My skin tingles, my senses freeze, and my thoughts are focused on “Oh God”.