The Holy Waters of Haridwar

Holding onto the very-dicey door, I climbed inside the carriage which hurtled forward with the movements of a suspension bridge. I held my breath, and a minute later, managed to peep out. The wide expanse of River Ganga flowed majestically in the distance, snaking around the holy town of Haridwar. Bright rays made the sparsely forested area glisten as we made our way up the ropeway to Chandi Devi temple. I had never visited Haridwar it was always en route to a different destination, and barring an occasional dip in the waters, there wasn&rsquot much that beckoned me to the city.