Ganga and the Himalayas

Mountains, like love, come in all shapes and sizes. Watching through the window of the bus, the Himalayas appeared brown, dull and mighty. Outside the bus, in the bright sunlight they appeared lavender. The rocks were lavender, the snow was lavender, the soil was lavendar, the sun was lavendar and everything around me turned lavender, except the bluish green ravines of the Ganga. I gazed in wonder as the mountains turned green. Suddenly the Ganga herself looked green. Green turned brown, brown turned orange and orange turned lavender, and on and on they took every color possible as my eyes grew larger with joy. A cloud flew below me to dance for the soft and surrealist tunes of the gurgling Ganges. Danced every cloud for now I was above them and the Ganga sang with love and abandon. Beauty and love were right here and they came in all shapes and sizes.

But how did this wonder come about. If the himalayas were formed by the mere designs of a superior being, they are probably the most wonderful of his creations. If they were formed by the geographic and tectonic collisions, then coincidences have a life of themselves, transformed into an art form.