So, I was waiting for this. The City. Prague. Yet I did not truly know what was worth waiting for in this vast European peninsula. It feels so dull, so lifeless here, with people carrying nothing but grumpy faces. The nature, as well, has been so frugal to give away anything beautiful to this landscape. Well, I know there will be disagreements. But, do they have that wild rains that would submerge the entire villages? Like the ones we see in our country and then only take boats to roam around from here to there. Do they have Kaalboishakhi- the terrifying storm followed by the sort of a healing breeze where you could smell the fragrance of earth and there are fallen mangoes all around? Do these people know that such a wonder exists? Do they wait for that?
Hallway in the heart of the station
The scepticism about the beauty of European Cities; I had been carrying it like a coat in the summer warmth. The moment I reached the city, I confronted one of the most beautiful hallaways I have ever seen in very heart of the station. The delicate geometry of the arches, the symmetry of the golden lights, the intricate art; I could barely look away. After the first sense of shock, I started roaming through the veins of the city. The city felt like the old lady of Chaillot that had held onto her relics of the past so dearly, that time itself was rendered powerless to harm even it a bit. The castle, the towering gothic spires cathedral, these were eyeshatteringly beautiful and magnificent. It seemed like I wasn’t looking at them, it was rather the ancient sentinels that demanded the fullest of my attention.
Relics from the Past
Moving away from the architecture, I reached the beautiful bridge full of tourists, Yet there were local artists, musicians, some were sitting exhaustion, some were drawn in work, and there were melodies all over. I pulled over and stood at the edge of the bridge looking at the river for some time. The Vitava was flowing beneath. So serene, so quite. Would it be able to look in the eyes of mighty Padma if they ever meet each other? Rivers meet somewhere, don’t they?
Life on the bridge
As my eyes were full of beauty all around, my stomach needed attention. I had my lunch and sat at the Kampa park for a couple of hours. Sitting there and watching people relaxing with their friends and family were really the call it a day things to do. I kept staring into the distance untill the sun slowly set.
Staring at the distance
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