The Yamuna Is Sacred and Dying. What That Contradiction Reveals About Worship and Dharma

The river remembers what you called it

You have probably stood at a ghat and watched someone pour a plastic bag of marigolds into the water. You may have done it yourself. The flowers are an offering. The bag is not. But both go in, and the river takes them both, and nobody pauses at the contradiction because the contradiction has been there so long it no longer reads as one.