Eye contact with water is all it (the water) needs to sway me off in a matter of moments. In fact this is an old trick I have used on myself, to hypnotize and anesthetize myself in hills to forget the pains and aches of an arduous climb, a long trek, a difficult day. Shrinking further in, the battered limbs, as if shut their eyes and sense the icy melt from where it all began—calming themselves without a Brufen or brandy. A toe dipped in the stream, a finger playing on its ripples and a drop of it on the tip of the nose sends a Kumar Gandharv aalap rushing through the body and soul. Sitting by a stream is nirvana.