From the source, the beginning or the start, a life is born, it erupts out from the mountain’s lungs. The pure and cleanest water that is the most colorless in the world, it sparks like a diamond in the burning beams of light.

A few million years ago, the first sign of life for the powerful, brave and strong river today was a steady trickle of water that cleverly found its way to a sea. Next bigger droplets followed and kept on enlarging until it exhaled the mountains maximum limit.

Presently from a bird’s eye view, the exhilarating plunge of the origin of the river, that is raging, rushing rapids seems like foams of angel white bubbles. Green peaks of the mountain spotted with white snow. The V-shaped valley that was once cut by the river’s father, a glacier, has set the base for its son. The lush, deep, eye-loving green was filled with the best grass over the years and knows to swerve around the nasty marshy areas and bumps. The speed of the rushing currents picked up, the rhythm, flow and rhyme of the crests accelerando and the cadenza is in sight. The chords are struck. The cascading plunge, a streak of sky blue hair with cotton clouds in the horizon. Now the tempo dramatically drops and the meander is a snake, crossing from left to right and right to left slithering its way forwards. An oxbow lake shows its face as we enter the boarder to the floodplains, the oxbow was the snake’s turquoise eyes. The floodplain has many distributaries all going in opposing directions but arriving at the same point, the equal finish.

Back up the V-shaped valley, a cottage could be seen from of the mountain peeks. A slow water wheel crackled and shouted in protest as it made a full rotation one after another, alternating the sound. A village boy can be spotted fetching the unspoiled water. The entire cottage was content with everything after all they had the best water to drink, thus letting their hearts out.

The boy had also bought with him a small paper boat; he placed it carefully on the face of the moving water and let it go. At first it looked as if it was going to capsize, but it gathered speed, it righted itself and sailed like the Titanic. It blobbed up and down as if nodding to itself, that it was his destiny.

Now it was the boats greatest challenge, it’s hoping against hope that it wouldn’t get ripped, torn apart or worse by the blue, spiraling and plumbing beast, obliviated. It rushed forward to greet its fate but in reality it had no choice.

It was over, the huge crashing monster’s size was beyond control, and the boat stood no chance. Time slowed and everything was clam. Then a pearly white object appeared, like a tattoo on the water’s skin.