Tag: varanasi
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Where the River Remembers
A girl in pink walks the ghats, where morning prayers whisper into the light. She winds her way between color and cloth, life drying in rows by the sacred Ganges. The river does not forget. It carries the ashes of burning hopes, the chants of the old, the laughter of children, the weight of belief.…
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The Burning Ghats of Varanasi – A Dance of Life and Death
Varanasi is a place where the veil between life and death is remarkably thin. At the ghats, where the sacred Ganges meets the city’s heart, bodies burn every hour of the day, releasing souls into the cycle of rebirth. Witnessing this ancient ritual, where grief and reverence intertwine, is both surreal and grounding. The air…
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The Mystery of Being and the Fleeting Dance of Life
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In Varanasi, children play at dusk, embodying life’s fleeting nature. The author reflects on existence, the mysteries of consciousness, and the balance between our temporary presence and profound awe.
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Morning Coffee Talk~ 11/365
Good Morning, When you are like me and you love exploring this planet and learning about its inhabitants, then some places haunt you for years after you visit them. One of these places is Varanasi in India. You probably have heard of Varanasi, its floods of pilgrims, swamis, holy men and women, the river Ganga…
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Love is life~
There are some who devote their whole lives to a self driven quest for the truth. Others live every day devoted to altering that truth for the sake of self gain. Day 51 of 365~ Image take on my last trip to India
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A Stark Reminder~ India
There is a place on the bank of the Ganges River in the holy city of Varanasi, where more than 300 bodies get cremated daily and the ashes thrown into the river with the belief that the soul of the dead will be allowed a chance at a new life through reincarnation. Hindus from all…
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The Delightful Freedom Gained From a Simple Life~
Over time I have come to believe that the simpler life is a secret key to satisfaction of the right kind. We often feel overwhelmed with our lives, with our possessions and the responsibilities that accumulate as an aftereffect of these possessions and where do we run to? A beach, a forest, a long walk,…
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Nesting time~
Varanasi~ India It feels like the right time to pick up my blog again after a two months process of preparing a new Home in yet another country. A friend told me “it feels like you are nesting “ and yes it does indeed. Everything in me went internal, long working days to make our…