I barely scratched the surface of varanasi.
This ancient city, on whose banks Hindus hope to be so lucky to pass out of the cycle of birth and death, stretches along the banks of the ganges. It is a lush place, very hot in May, making one pine to jump into the water with all the pilgrims to bathe.
People bring empty jugs, to take some of the holy water home with them.
There is real joy for people to finally get into the water of the Ganges…
And in death many Indians do, burning on the side of the great Ganga, to be subsumed into its depths as ashes.
Much thanks to Professor Suresh Nair, teacher at BHU for showing me around a bit!