Its going to be difficult to stop banging on about Varanasi so I wont. Today I was watching many many bodies being carried down to the Ganges for cremation, seeing them being washed in the holy river, water being tipped into their mouths, being placed atop wooden pyres, seeing the skin burn and peel away from their skulls, watching putrid street kids collect the best of the coals from already extinguished fires, buffalo and goats eating the floral offerings from the river, a sadhu covered in human ash was screaming in tongues around a fire and spewing out a demon violently whilst surrounded by a pack of mangy dogs, a goat was wearing a black suit jacket, an ancient old lady with leprosy and bloody stumps for feet wrapped in soiled bandages begged along the path, a huge black faced grey langur sat on a barrier in the middle of a busy road that had also become an undergarment market, a mystic kissed a huge cobra that had been concealed in a ceramic pot, ladies sat at the muddy roadside ironing garments with ye olde irons filled with hot coals, a torso man pulled himself along on an old wooden plank on rickety wheels, gangs of dirty grinning white toothed street kids some in old torn taffeta gowns coordinated well rehearsed begging theatrics and a dog pulled a human hip bone out of the river and gnawed on it in the middle of all this chaos. And due to the heavy rains this all played out in vast amounts of wet splattered faeces from creatures great and small.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 13:57:09 +0000
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