Each atrocity is rendered not as dry history but as intimate, physical violation-the taste of ghee-stuffed mouths, the smell of burning hair on boat-pyres, the thud of cannon-blown bodies raining into sacred water, the chemical burn of chromium on her skin. The river is never merely a backdrop; she is witness, victim, unwilling accomplice, and eternal mother who cannot reject even the children who kill her. By the end she stands before the yogi as a disintegrating crone of plastic and sewage, daring him to still call her "Mother" after everything humanity has poured into her.
Chunmun's answer is wordless but absolute: he drinks the poisoned water, vowing lifelong penance. From then on he becomes the Silent Pilgrim, walking each year from Haridwar to Gangasagar, ritually drinking her filth and her purity alike in a futile yet unbreakable attempt to share her burden. The novella closes not with redemption or rage, but with a quiet, heartbreaking acceptance: the river flows on, thicker than water, carrying both the yogi and the reader in the same maternal, merciless embrace-"Because that is what mothers do. We stay."
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