|The boats are off the river|
Aug 10th 515 am
The skies have opened. The waters flow even more swiftly. Cold, dark and relentless.
|We seek refuge waiting for the rains to stop.|
And then there is a pause, as the sun comes out, adding to the drama.
|It is almost eleven, and now the mynahs call noisily, ready to face the morning. It is time to move on.|
Chait Singh Ghat
|Kasi Vishwanath was a blur. It was the tempestous, majestic and ravaged Ganga that held centrestage in Varanasi.|