Puja paddled upstream back to the main Ghat and dropped me of. I said thank you for this impressive journey and dove into the daily chaos of Varanasi. Along the Ghats I saw this day a lot of orange dressed Sadhus. A Sadhu is a Hindu who promises his life completely to the spirituality. He earns his daily rice with begging and with spiritual ceremonies. Often his face is white from the ash, decorated by colorful lines and the long white beard tells the story of a long hard life in asceticism. The main road towards the Ghats is full of poor people and beggars. Next to the bath in the Ganges giving charity is one of the main pillars of the Hinduism. Especially on religious days like that. Almost every beggar brought their bag that they could storage the many donated rice which will last for several days. I see a young mother in the crowd breastfeeding her newborn child. Life and death so close together.
Hallo, hallo, lieber Mathias, danke für so echt nachzuspülende Situationsschilderungen, prima!
In Gedanken war ich grad bei Dir, so richtig im überwältigenden Varanasi samt Gedränge, Getöns, Gestank…
Danke für Bilder und Berichte
Maria