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I was an eager audience to this city....

Where vast throng of tonsured heads, hermits,fakirs,mendicants
seekers and mystics roam around.....

Where men and beasts co-exist happily in narrow by lanes....

Where spiritualism reeks in every nook and cranny of this Hindu city....

Where dead and alive both take a dip in the yellowed waters of Ganges....

Yes,I'm back from Benaras.

The holy city of the Hindus.

A spiritual melodrama.

I sat on the cobbled steps of the manikarnika ghat looking at the smoke curling
Up the burning pyres...I dipped my hand into the waters while watching the
Faithful immerse themselves - flashes of fabric, flesh came in view. Human
Ache,longing,pain,suffering met the sacred waters.

The waters cleanse it....or so it is said.

I could not see or feel it this way...my vision is myopic.

I just know that doors keep shutting and opening for us . I want no liberation
...my baggage of life lived, memories gathered are heavy and I don't want to shed
them till I'm alive and kicking . So no spiritual elevation for me. Rather I felt calm
to sit on those steps...while watching the burning pyre....