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Narmada is the
story of a river.
The river is like a woman. Cutting through life as she heals its divides and
gives it fullness, surging through time as she accords it meaning, cleansing
the dirt of all those that come into her contact and yet remaining pure herself, reacting
instinctively and furiously to outpourings of natural
stimuli with floods of emotional upheaval, making the sediments of the lives
around her into fertilizers for their own growth, the woman that is the very
thread of all existence around her and yet who lives for each footstep in
her tracks the she walks but for her own self and her moksh.
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Narmada
River
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