Thinking of Rhine in the morning made me strangely think of Lorelei and Tagore.

On a rare sunny summer day when we explored the Rhine Valley, discussing Lorelei proved to be the most interesting part of the trip. A rock, a hill or whatever you call it looks just like other rocks and mountains surrounding the gorgeous river Rhine in Germany, but the moment you get to know the story behind it, the rock turns into something special.
Lorelei is supposed to be that rock where since centuries, the men steering through deep waters of Rhine are attracted, trapped and drowned. The myths picture the rock to emanate some ethereal music that drags the boats in this area. (Well, we actually had a tough time driving around to find it, so apparently the rock is not interested in drowning cars.)
The other myth apart from the singing stones, is a predictable, heartbroken girl jumping off the cliff and it was named Lorelei after that girl. Now that girl haunts this cliff and perhaps she is the one singing and dragging the travelers to this place.
Whatever the reality is, a mystic added to a place suddenly transports it from being just a rock to a rock with stories. Eventually when we found Lorelei, we happily posed in front of it. But the moment we left the place, my mind wandered ten years back. Towards a similar story.
This time it was not Rhine, at the banks of Sabarmati river, Tagore got inspired looking at some similar rocks and he came up with this haunting, lovely story about rebirth titled ‘Hungry Stones’. Again it was about star-crossed lovers. What is it about the unfulfilled love that makes it so attractive to anyone who passes it by…