Immersing the ashes into the holy Ganges River, the Hindu priest prays
to the Sun-God for the soul to make a peaceful transition to the other world.
“Isn't this a river of death?” piques the Englishman.
“Nay, this river is the life-giver. She flows satiating the parched, germinating
the seed of life and dissolves the dead to commence a new beginning. Eventually,
all things merge into one”, answers Leila, calmly, in her white robes and freshly
tonsured head, a sign of widowhood.
“Faith abounds here”, she says pointing to the swift current.
Leila clutches to a book on re-incarnation.
Written for Carrot Ranch - Flash Fiction Challenge