A trip that began with rafting ended with reflection.

Day 1: Reached Rishikesh. Checked into a quiet hostel near Laxman Jhula. River’s louder than I thought.
Day 2: Did the rafting thing — screamed, splashed, survived.
Day 3: Attended Ganga Aarti in the evening. Didn’t expect to cry. But I did.
Day 4: Yoga class at sunrise. Stretched my body. Stilled my thoughts.
Day 5: Jumped off a cliff (literally — bungee jump). Heart still racing.
Day 6: Met a sadhu who spoke in riddles. Somehow made sense.

By the end, I realized:
You don’t visit Rishikesh to “see” it.
You visit Rishikesh to feel something shift inside you.