The pilgrims wash their inner stains out with the wet words in Uttarakhand, the land of gods. The unexpected flood rises above all her expected blessings. Her father floats away like an empty bottle. Gushing water gulps her mother’s shriek. She lies being separated from her sense at the feet of a concrete statue. Though an army helicopter flies low, the binoculars miss her. Calamity lets loose the lawless. Some shapes smelling arrack pluck her arms out from the feet of the statue. Lust stretches like an elastic. A breathing corpse remains. Sona opens her eyes in a bivouac after a blackout. But no army can repulse the infiltrating and invading thoughts. Uttarakhand a state in India with many pilgrim places First printed and published in The Literary Hatchet, issue#12, US.