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A moment in Rishikesh, a bus ride in Salzburg, and a line from Kabir I keep returning to Issue #203

I was in Rishikesh recently. One evening I went to the beach area in front of our home.

The river was muddy - fast, restless, full of what the season had brought. I usually don’t come during the monsoon season. It didn’t look peaceful. I have mostly seen the river here calm, green, serene and peaceful. As I sat there on a rock