Gangotri!

The holy place of Hindus where thousands of devotees visit every day, 

... including hundreds of pilgrims from different parts of the world. 

...Away from the chaos of the city, everyone seeks peace in the lap of Mother Ganga. 

The sound of the mighty Ganga..

 echoes in the entire environment. 

The month of June. This year the rain has been delayed. 

Gangotri is as chilling as usual. On one side, there are cheap lodges made of wood, and on the other side, there are mountainous forests...

 As usual, the day started at five o'clock, in the morning, the temple bells started ringing. The golden rays of the sun were eager to adorn the snow-capped mountains. At 5,30 a.m., the main ritual started in the temple with a crowd of devotees and pilgrims gathered. 

Some have come to see the sight, some to wash away their sins, some are troubled by their wives, some by their debts, some are unable to get married, and some are troubled by bad dreams. Everyone has come to get something. 

Some Hermits are taking a bath in the water. Snowy cold-water bathing in search of Moksha... Someone turned as Hermit because he was unable to do business, and someone ran away from his family. Some turned to Hermits to get free food and marijuana, secretly. 

A matured Hermit is immersed in the Ganges with complete devotion. With a stern and resolute face, chanting Worship, "Om Namo Gangey Vishwarupinyai Narayani Namonamah," ... the Worship of the Ganges is getting louder. 

The environment is filled with the solemn voice of the Ganges. 

The tourists are now awake and wandering everywhere. On a tea stall, a Nepali beautiful lady is making tea. She is wearing a typical Nepali sweater and a scarf. Instead of shivering in the cold, she is enjoying it. A hot woman she is! 

She is lighting a kerosine stove with enthusiasm, singing Nepali songs to herself, her beautiful body has caught the natural rhythm. She is watching the bubbles with a smiling face into the hot pot. The water is boiling. The fragrance spreads as soon as she adds the tea leaves to it. 

On the other side of the road, the owner of 'Ram Bharose Saste Lodge', Beni Mandal, is standing with a toothbrush in his hand.. toothpaste on it.. 

The aroma of tea arouses his lust. His happiness is visible in his clean pyjamas. Ever since this woman started a tea stall, he used to watch her beauty, every morning. Nalima is a grass widow. Whenever a man finds out that a woman is a grass widow, he starts to think that she is 'available'. 

He starts his day by looking at Nalima, every day. It has been a few years since Beni Mandal came to Gangotri. He ran away from home leaving his parents to become a sage in the Himalayas, but becoming a sage is not that easy. These people do not emerge in search of God but rather run away from their responsibilities. They cannot become sages or mundane. 

Nalima's husband went to Mumbai and never came back. She got stuck here, due to a young man. She is not too beautiful but she has a mountainous physique. 

'Beni, the heater in room number 103 is not working,'

Beni rushes off." 

Three four American hippie sailors.. in the lust for marijuana and opium landed here in the search for God.. sitting on a wooden bench, leaning against each other for warmth. The hippie community is peculiar, with various trinkets hanging around their necks and wearing jeans, always high on drugs. 

They were many in the 70's and 80's, but now less in numbers. They sip tea in the cold mornings, their faces displaying satisfaction due to the infinite flavours they are experiencing. 

In the bushes next to them, a family of rabbits huddle together, with the male and female snuggling for warmth, while their little ones play around. 

In the market, shivering shopkeepers in their Haryanvi dialect are opening their shops in the cold. Meanwhile, a saint is performing the 'Water offering' ceremony in the Ganges river...

 The rabbits' little ones play happily, but suddenly, there is rustling in the bushes. The rabbit family stops for a few seconds to assess the situation but then snuggles together again, and the children start playing again. A pair of red eyes observe them.. from the ground, with long forked tongues flickering in anticipation. 

The sage is coming out of the water. He has a lean body, beautiful and radiant.

 The worship of Gangotri is being sung in a loud voice.

 Suddenly, the fierce python opens its mouth wide and advances towards the rabbits... The sage notices the movement of the Python.. and he pulls out a knife from his waist and throws it towards the Python with great force. The knife cuts the air and shoots up the python.. 

Bang! Bang! The sound of two gunshots.. 

Noise paused for a moment.. The voice of the worship paused.. restarted.. 

The clouds collide, with a thunderous sound. There was a loud sound tearing the chest of the universe. 

Somewhere in the distance, someone hides a hot pistol under a long coat... 

The voice of the worship and the sound of the clouds swallow the sound of the gunshots... 

Two pieces of the knife are on the ground ... 

The sage fell into the water with his face down and his body washed up on the shore with the waves.

His hair was scattered on the waves... 

The bullet slingshot the head .. had already passed through and the fake hair wig... was floating in the water with its clip detached, perhaps the beard was also falling off... 

A fountain of blood flowed from the wounds...slowly, it was mixing with the Ganges' flow... 

Meanwhile, a huge crowd had gathered... 

Complete silence prevailed in the crowd... 

As if a terror had overshadowed the crowd. 

The Python, caught a baby rabbit...trapped between life and death, the baby rabbit was making its final struggles...it shook so hard that its remaining strength was drained...drops of blood started dripping from its mouth...drip drop... 

The wicked pleasure of the hunt lit up the python's cruel green eyes. 

The puppy died.. his brother was successful in escaping... 

he jumped in the air...

but in the very next moment, the experienced and skilled hunter, a huge python, leapt in and tossed the body in the air in such a way that the little puppy had no time to understand the game of life and death, and was suddenly wrapped under the python's body. 

In a pile of stones and mud, the delicate body of the puppy remained just a bloody and fleshly mess...

The python had no interest in eating him, but it was the foolishness of the little puppy that had tried to challenge the experienced player, and this had hurt his pride. That massive body ruthlessly crushed the little puppy...

Slowly, from all around, mud and blood...

Both puppies had died...

The helpless pair of rabbits were watching the destruction of the family in front of them, controlling their heartbeat, from outside the burrow...

Everything was quiet

(...What happened next?...)