Tossing the coin

Fortunately, I got the one berth for my important travel to Varanasi in the peak time of May. The scorching heat finally started showing its effect which made me slowly move to side upper berth to catch some sleep, to get pass the afternoon. Tried to sleep but woke up suddenly after hearing a shrill sound of two metals hitting each other. I realised the youngest boy of the family of five sitting in the compartment could not toss the coin in the river. Yes, it was river the Ganges. Millions of people throw coins as a ritual while passing by the sacred river, no matter whether you are in train.
It reminded me of those old days when we also used to travel in train, importantly in sleeper class while going to our village. My mumma will give coins to me and my elder sisters. The denomination of coin depended on your age, with me getting the lowest one. But we enjoyed folding our palms saying namaste to river Ganges and throwing the coin. Sometimes, some of the coin will hit the bridge railings and will not get into the river and whosoever it happens with, is the culprit and has done paap thats why mother Ganga is not accepting your token of money. Don't know when I fell asleep and woke up late in the night.
Nostalgic moments :)