The dimly lit ghats, the serene flow of the river Ganga, the calls of ‘har-har Mahadev’ throughout the city, the high and mighty cows and their cow-dungs and the foreigners smoking pot here, there and everywhere make Varanasi, the most vibrant and timeless city of India. I also heard a man burp and follow it up with ‘Jai Sri Ram!’. A city, as old as history itself, Varanasi is witness to the migration of and subsequent settlement of Aryans in India. A city, that is regarded as the holiest of all the cities in the world. A city, where if you die, you qualify for all the shortcuts that take you to the heavens.
I went to Varanasi for a week in December and unexpectedly it became an experience worth remembering. The narrow alleys have a different charm in itself. I met an interesting photographer named Andy there. He is from Congo and he is among the most interesting people I have ever met. He was a lawyer at first then became a trekking guide and now he travels and photographs most of the time.
There are tea stalls at every corner and this is something that I badly miss in Delhi, my present home. The most important thing I noticed was that the people are really chilled out most of the time.The main roads are also narrow and they are always busy and people are always in a rush yet nobody honks.
All the ghats are connected and there is a different sense of peace that one experiences in here by just observing river Ganges flowing. Varanasi offers a spiritually enriching experience that is absolutely breathtaking. I won’t write more and just let you see the photographs.