Varanasi is quintessential India. It is a shock to the senses, amazingly colorful, fragrantly overwhelming, and insistently hectic. It sits along the western bank of the Ganges and is the oldest continuously inhabited city in India (some say in the world.) Also called Benares, Banaras and Kashi, Varanasi is considered the holiest of Hinduism’s seven sacred cities. Many Hindus will come here at the end of their life, as it is believed that expiring here, or at least having one’s ashes scattered in the holy Ganges river, will offer salvation.
Varanasi is a very scenic city, as it seems to open itself up from the waterfront. A large number of ghats (long stretches of steps leading down to the water) make for a lovely riverfront that one can enjoy from a boat ride. Most of the ghats are used by the pilgrims to perform their daily ablutions but some are used as cremation sites. Behind the banks are narrow winding lanes that constitute the old Varanasi.
After the crowds and stress of the Kumbh Mela I had planned to spend a couple of days in Varanasi to “recover”. I had visited Varanasi before, so I imagined myself having a quiet time reconnecting with this mystical city. (One may question why I would ever think of Varanasi as a potentially quiet place, but I guess after the chaos of the Kumbh Mela, I assumed that anything would feel quiet.) But to my surprise, when I got to Varanasi, I realized that many pilgrims and sadhus made a point, as I did, of stopping in this spiritual city on their way back from the Kumbh Mela.
So again I found myself in the middle of an unbelievably large crowd; I decided to stay away from the horde as much as I could, but it was impossible to really succeed at this goal. I spent part of the day on a small boat looking from afar at the captivating mixture of people who come to the river, not only for a ritual bath but also to wash clothes, do yoga, get a shave, play cricket, offer blessings and much more.
Then I wandered around in the labyrinth-like alleys of the old city. There one finds, like in many other Indian cities, a mixture of tiny shops and small temples and many people going through their daily activities. I also stumbled upon a wedding procession and learned that this time of the year was an auspicious time for weddings. Going back to the riverfront area, I ran into a few brides, all wearing gorgeous red saris. Even though these beautiful brides were hastily passing by, I managed to get a few quick images. Looking back at the images, however, the young brides all seem to be somewhat anxious, maybe reflecting the uncertainty of what their new life will bring or the sadness of leaving the only family they have known up to now, and joining their husband’s family, as tradition requires.
At dusk, I joined a large number of pilgrims for the aarti, the choreographed ceremony that is performed every night in Varanasi. Even though some aspects of it feel more like a performance than a deeply spiritual event, one cannot fail to be taken in by the gestures, music, fire, and incense that are all part of this ritual. While leaving the aarti, I walked by a small temple where a sadhu was meditating and I was captivated by the serenity of the moment. I went back the next morning and shared chai tea with this sadhu. I then spent my last hours in Varanasi in his small temple away from the sun and the crowd, only interrupted by the few pilgrims who came in to pray. I had finally found my quiet moment in Varanasi.
And guess what? After his visit to the Kumbh Mela, Mark Twain also visited Varanasi. Here is how he described this magical city in his 1897 essay: “Varanasi is older than history, older than tradition, older even than legend, and looks twice as old as all of them put together”. And it is a little older now.
As always, after reading one of your posts and studying your beautiful photos, I feel transported! Thank you.
Thank you Tricia. Varanasi is a very special place. Warm regards, France
This is why I love India! Wonderful.
Many thanks. India is indeed unique. All the best, France
Beautiful work! My favorite is the barber!
Thanks, I love the barber too but my favorite has to be the saddhu in his temple. Probably more because of the connection than the image per se.
Warm regards, France
Thank you and thanks for stopping by. All the best, France
A beautiful set of images from Varanasi. Really makes me want to go there sooner, rather than later!
Thank you for visiting again. I am sure you would enjoy Varanasi.
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