A living goddess in Her mountainous temple

 This landscape is a living temple and Pangong lake is a beautiful Goddess. I'm glad that people travel thousands of kilometres to have Her darshan. And they turn very childish in having fun on Her banks. Still it's a better world to have celebrating children, drinking and carousing on Her banks, playing in Her temple yard. It's far better than wars and blood letting. 

For hundreds of merrymaking children, all it needs is to be one grown up person to clean the dirt like a parent once the children have had fun. Pangong is a mother, forgiving, allowing the children to have fun and leave behind litter on Her banks. 

To me She is a Goddess. And here I perform my rituals. I light a lamp by cleaning about one kilometre of Her holy banks. She seems very happy. As I meditate on Her banks, I know it's a different dimension. My rewards! I have had it! Her blessings! And more blessings by the sacred spirits dwelling in Her waters! She never lets Her children go empty handed. 

A man comes strolling with his wife, raises a thumb to say, 'Good job!' To me he is even bigger culprit than those who spread the litter. He isn't an ignorant child. He understands. Still just wants to clean his conscience by giving a good remark, as if his duty is done just by a remark. 'It's not an act in abstract. It's meant to inspire others to do the same. I expect you to do the same,' I say. He is eager to leave the scene without dirtying his hands. His partner is visibly embarrassed. 

I'm not bothered. To others She is just a lake for having fun. But to me She is a living goddess and so I light my little lamp of cleaning Her banks.