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Some rivers just flow. The Vitasta is not one of those rivers. Known to the world as the Jhelum, and to Kashmiris simply as Vyeth, she doesn't merely flow. She presides. Born, according to the Nilamata Purana, from a strike of Shiva's trident and the form of Goddess Parvati herself, she rises at the spring of Verinag, passes through the old kadals of Srinagar, through Wular Lake, and on to Baramulla, where the valley ends and the mountains close in like a gate. She has carried Alexander's armies, Lal Ded's prayers, and the quiet weight of every ordinary life lived along her banks. This is a personal essay about the things that outlast us: a river, a ladle, a memory that keeps moving long after its source is gone.
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