Dawn on the banks of the Ganges is a special time when color and sound fill the
air...
Chanting...
very loud bells ringing continuously... through the night and day!
the murmur of the people...
The sun only breaks through the thick atmosphere well above the horizon.
...sipping masala chai while watching the dead move toward the Harischandra ghat...
watching the rooftop activity... cow patties are prepared, laundry dried, children play...
...inhaling the ash and smoke of those freshly cremated, anticipating the biryani for breakfast
Kites fill the sky at dusk, but now there is only one kite in view now...
Flown by a small child on the ramp of the Harischandra ghat... Poetic.
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