[Photo essay] Behold, a circuit of molten gold marking the ocean lies in the lap of the Eastern Himalayas.
It’s almost impossible to outdo John Muir in expressing one’s love and enchantment with the river. He said, “The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fibre and cell on the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as souls, and every bird song, wind song, storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains, is our song, our very own, and sings our love.”
The languid and magical Manas river flows through the Manas National Park, carrying fresh drafts of glacial water from the Eastern Himalayas.
A UNESCO Natural World Heritage Site, a Project Tiger Reserve and an Elephant Reserve in Assam (India), it nourishes and rejuvenates your soul like nothing else. The park is contiguous with the Royal Manas National Park in Bhutan, the oldest protected area in this small Himalayan nation. The air, water and the land, everything shines and sparkles here, sprinkling magic dust on the beholder! If you have to send a postcard to serenity, this is its address.
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