I had gone up to Rishikesh earlier this year. This is a lovely little town on the banks of the Ganges, at the foothills of the Himalayas.
One morning, we went up to the little temple town of Neelkanth. Neelkanth literally means "Blue Throat", and is one of the names of the God Shiva.
Legend has it that in the days of old, neither the Gods nor the Demons were immortal. To gain immortality, they had to churn the nectar of immortality and drink it. As they churned, a noxious poisonous fluid emerged first and threatened to kill them all. That is when Shiva drank the poison, and it turned his throat blue. Hence the name, Neelkanth.
At the end of the story, the Gods cheated and deceived the Demons and kept all the nectar for themselves. Huh!
We were up there, and after visiting the temple, we stopped for some yummy pakoras and chai.
Anyone but anyone who knows pakoras and chai, knows that they are best eaten on a rainy day, a wet day, in the hills. Anytime but in the peak of summer.
Lord Almighty! Humble pleasures indeed!